He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. But there she was—back arched on the couch, stockings rolled down, thick thighs trembling as his cock slides deep into her soaked pussy. She knew someone was watching but pretended not to notice, grinding harder like this was their secret every time he left for work. First it’s doggy-style with the cushions muffling her moans; then she flips around and straddles him, nails digging into his shoulders as cum starts leaking down his balls. When he pulls out too soon? She grabs him by the wrist and shoves him back in until they both collapse onto the sofa—messy, breathless, still staring at each other like neither wants this to end.
