She knew someone was watching when she walked in—ex-girlfriend Andrea with her hair down and that tight blue dress clinging to every curve. Didn’t even pretend not to notice when he followed her inside. First position? Deepthroat so hard her throat muscles clenched around the shaft before she pulled off with a wet smack. Then—couch grab, ass up in the air as he flipped her over like she weighed nothing. Tits swinging free now, one hand braced on the cushion while the other reaches back to guide him deeper into that soaked pussy. ‘Harder,’ she whispers against his ear like a command—not a request—and he obliges without hesitation.
