She knew someone was watching when she climbed onto his lap like a fucking queen. Stockings clinging to her thighs as he groans beneath her, fingers digging into her hips—she’s not done. Flips him onto his back mid-thrust and rides him raw while he gags on air. Ass slaps the couch cushions wetter with every downward grind. Then—oh god—the way she looks over her shoulder at nothing in particular before leaning down to whisper something filthy against his ear.
