...and she’s breathing heavy, knowing someone’s peeking through the door. Thick thighs spread wide on the couch, belly stretched tight as she rubs herself with one hand while the other reaches down like she’s been waiting for this. Then—her eyes flicker—she catches your stare, smirks, and doesn’t stop. Slides two fingers deep inside herself right there in front of you, hips rolling slow at first before speeding up when her breath turns ragged. The couch cushions are soaked by the time she climbs off it naked, tits bouncing with every step toward you—no warning needed now that she’s already wet from watching you watch her.