Didn’t expect to walk into your own living room and catch her like this: blonde wife bent over the couch armrest, skirt hitched up past those thick thighs. Heels clicking against wood floors as she wiggles back toward him—no panties, just wetness glistening. Pussy already swollen when his fingers slide inside first; then it’s cock buried deep with no warning. She moans loud enough for anyone peeking through the door to hear how bad she wants it—'Harder,' she gasps, gripping the cushions while legs shake under that tight red dress.
