Thick thighs spread wide on the couch, no panties showing through her sheer stockings. Greek kiss starts slow—lips brushing his balls like she’s testing if he’ll notice. Then her mouth seals down hard, gagging on his heavy sac while her nails dig into the fabric of his jeans. She knew someone was watching from behind the curtain but plays dumb as hell, humming under breath like this is all part of some innocent tea time act. Her free hand slides up his thigh before sneaking beneath him—fingers wet with something else entirely. No foreplay needed when you’ve got a mouth built for sin and a body that betrays every dirty thought.
