Didn’t mean to walk in. Yellow shirt pulled down, lips stretched around a cock she shouldn’t be sucking like that—no gag reflex left. Tongue swirls under his balls before she pulls back, spit dripping down her chin. He flips her onto the bed and pins those thick thighs open; pussy glistening from earlier fingers. She moans when he slams into her ass next, legs wrapped tight like this is their secret every time.
