You didn’t mean to walk in on them. The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and then—moans from behind that closed office door. You peeked through the crack just in time to see Julie, all honey-blonde curls and heavy tits spilling out of that loose tank top, straddling some younger girl with her jeans around her ankles. No panties. No shame. Just wet lips pressed against skin. The bed wasn’t even involved yet—they were doing it on her couch like it was an extension of their bedroom (because why not?). Julie grabs handfuls of flesh as she grinds down hard enough to make the cushions sag, fingers digging into those round ass cheeks until they turn pink.
