She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. Mascara smeared down her cheeks from crying out too loud, lips wrapped tight around him while one hand clutches the couch cushion like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. The second he flips her over—tits bouncing off his chest—the moans turn desperate. No lube needed when she’s this wet already. He slams into that soaked pussy until her nails dig into his back so hard you’d think she was trying to peel him open.
