Tan lines glistening from earlier—she knew someone was watching when she dropped to her knees. Thick lips wrapped around his shaft, gagging deep as he holds her hair back. Pretends casual with the remote but those fingers are tracing wetness down her thigh. Then that—flips him onto his stomach mid-couch, ass up in that same black lace thong. Rides him slow at first, hips rolling like she’s testing limits before slamming down hard enough for the cushions to creak. Voice drops low: ‘You’re gonna make me cum right here.’ No one answers back—just the sound of skin smacking.