She’s got that look—thick blonde hair tied back, glasses perched low on her nose like she doesn’t care who sees. But she does. The way her lips stretch around his cock tells you this isn’t the first time someone’s watched. Tattoos crawling up her neck, fingers tangled in his hair as he chokes her out—gulping, eyes watering—but she won’t let go. Then she flips him onto his back, straddles him slow, letting you see how wet she is before slamming down hard enough the couch creaks. No lube needed when it’s this good.
