Splattered across her back, warm and sticky. The couch cushions soaked from earlier rounds. She didn’t expect company—but here you are, peeking through the door as that young thing fucks her raw from behind. Hands gripping the armrest, tits jiggling with every thrust. No lube needed when it’s this tight. He slams into her one last time—and she groans loud enough to wake the neighbors. Then she turns just enough to catch you staring… before winking and whispering ‘Stay for dessert.’
