She pretends to fold laundry while he sits there—until her fingers trail down his thigh and her mouth finds him anyway. Thick thighs pressed together under that loose blouse, nails digging into his shoulder when she takes him deep. No panties. The way her tongue swirls makes it impossible to stay still. Then—her hand slides between her own legs right in front of him. Doesn’t even flinch when he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls back for a proper blowjob. Cumshot hits the couch cushion with a wet plop—she wipes it off with the back of her hand before pretending nothing happened.