You weren’t supposed to see this. The couch was just a spot for afternoon tea—until she pulled him down and straddled him like she owned the place. Thighs shaking, tits bouncing with every thrust, her stockings riding up as he buries himself deep inside her wet pussy. No warning, no hesitation—just raw fucking while someone watches through the half-open door. She knows you’re there but doesn’t stop; instead, she arches back harder, nails digging into his shoulders like she’s daring you to look away.
