...the couch cushions are soaked where it ends. Cum drips down her thighs as she wipes herself with his jeans, still breathing hard. Didn’t expect someone to be watching through the door when she pulled that dildo out of her bag. Blue shirt rides up every time he slams into her from behind, fingers digging into the armrest like she’s been caught doing something naughty. The way she arches back for more—like this isn’t the first time.
