You weren’t supposed to see this. Stockings clinging to thick thighs, one hand buried between them while the other toys with her own tits—she pretends not to notice your shadow in the doorway. The mattress creaks under her weight as she shifts higher, legs falling open just enough for a glimpse of what’s next: two fingers disappearing into that swollen pussy before she turns toward you, breathless. No warning. No shame. Just a slow smile and another finger joining in—her free hand reaching out like an invitation you can’t refuse.