...through the bedroom door, didn’t mean to peek but there they were—thick blonde in fishnets with a man’s face buried between her legs. Tongue circling that tight hole while his fingers dig into her hips. She wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Then he stands up and adjusts himself through his pants before pulling down those stockings just enough to get at what he really wants. No warning, no hesitation—just raw hunger from both of them.
