...through the half-open door of his study, she kneels on the couch cushion where no one should ever watch. Thighs spread wide for a younger guy who shouldn’t be there, but is. Her hair’s damp at the roots like she just got out of the shower—no panties left to ruin. First comes the warm stream into his mouth, eyes locked on hers like she’s daring him not to swallow every drop. Then her tongue flicks up between her lips before he even finishes gulping. She knows someone’s peeking through that crack in the door but doesn’t stop—not when his cock twitches against her thigh after each sip.
