Peeking through the crack of her bedroom door, you see her spread out on the floor, black lace stockings stretched tight. She’s got that same dildo from earlier between her lips now, sucking it like it’s his cock. Thick thighs quiver as she gags on it—no gag reflex this time—and when she finally pulls back for air, mascara runs down her cheeks. The red thong is soaked but still clutched in one hand like a trophy. Doesn’t stop fucking herself with fingers while staring right at where you’re hiding.
