You weren’t supposed to see this. The door was cracked just enough—thick blonde legs wrapped around some poor bastard’s waist, her ass grinding down like she owns him. Black stockings torn at the seams from where he yanked them off earlier. She bites her lip when his cock hits deep, then glances toward the hallway like she’s daring you to step closer. No panties left after that first fuck on the kitchen counter (you saw it too). Now they’re back here, couch cushions soaked, her nails digging into his shoulders while he pins her hips down for another round. That creamy cumshot? Right there on your neighbor’s living room carpet.
