She knew someone was watching through the half-open door. Stockinged thighs clenched tight around his head as he buried his face between them, muffled moans vibrating against his tongue. Curves like a woman who’s never worried about diets—thick hips pressing into the couch cushions as she arches back, offering that swollen pussy like an invitation you shouldn’t accept. But when he pulls away to flip her over, those heavy tits jiggle just right—dripping with sweat—and she doesn’t protest when he pins her down by the waist, fucking her from behind with no warning. Her ass clenches each time he slams in; nails dig into fabric as she bites back a scream.
