Peeking through a half-open door you shouldn’t have cracked — pink-lit bedroom with cheap curtains fluttering. She’s already bent over the armrest of his chair when he walks in, stockings halfway down her thighs. Thick brunette backside winking at you like she knows someone’s watching. He doesn’t stop to ask; just grabs those hips and slams into her from behind while she moans loud enough for the whole apartment to hear. Switches to doggy-style on the bedspread, legs spread wide for whoever might be listening outside that door.
