She didn’t know you were watching. Pink hair tied back, choker digging into her throat as she bites down hard—fingers buried inside herself on someone’s couch. The door creaks open just enough to see her shift positions, thighs slick and glistening under that tight outfit. She freezes when a shadow moves but doesn’t stop. Later? A hand reaches out from behind the sketchy wallpaper—no warning before it’s all over her tits and face. Messy cumshot right there where anyone could’ve walked in.
