She knew someone was watching. Pink lips stretched around his cock, throat bulging as she gulps every inch—fingers tangled in his hair like he’s hers to swallow. The second he pulls out, she’s already crawling onto the couch, back arched, pussy dripping over his lap before he even flips her onto her hands and knees. No warning: just deep thrusts into something tight enough to make her bite the cushion. When he finally spills inside her, she collapses forward with a breathless laugh—like this was always part of the plan.
