...that final thrust when his cum hits the small of her back, warm and sticky. She gasps but doesn’t move—just lets it soak into her skin while he stays buried inside, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. The way she moans with half-lidded eyes says this isn’t the first time they’ve done this on a couch that wasn’t theirs. Heavy-breathing, legs trembling as she finally collapses forward—only for him to pull out just enough to slide two fingers between those swollen lips and rub them slow circles against that tattooed thigh...
