Tan lines on her inner thighs glisten under the patio lights. She’s bent over that white couch cushion, one hand gripping the armrest like she’s holding on for dear life. The other? Sliding down her stomach to where her fingers disappear between those plump cheeks. You didn’t expect this—the way she moans when your cock presses against her tight hole, how she pretends not to notice you peeking through the glass while she rides your shaft backward. Her blonde hair falls forward as she leans into it, tits swinging with every deep thrust. Lips parted, breath hitching—not from pleasure alone but because someone’s watching too close.
