...tan line creeping up her inner thigh where she’s been hiding this from everyone. White headscarf half-off, lips swollen from biting down while he kneels between her legs. No panties left to ruin—just wet pussy and the sound of his tongue diving deep like he’s studying for finals in the wrong way. She arches back against the armrest when his fingers find that spot, nails digging into the leather couch like she doesn’t want to make a sound but can’t stop herself either.
