Tattoos peeking out from under that tight shirt. Bent over the couch cushions with her thick thighs spread wide for him. Doesn’t even look back when he slides in behind her, fingers already slick with pussy juice. ‘You’re not supposed to be here,’ she whispers but doesn’t stop grinding—cock buried so deep it hits her cervix every time. Then she turns around slow, lips swollen from sucking him off just minutes before.
