Black lace stockings torn at the knees, garter belt buckle glinting under the light. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop—just arched her back harder when he flipped her onto all fours. Ass up first, fingers spread wide before that thick cock slid home with a wet pop. Then it was riding him bareback on the couch cushions, thighs quivering every time he hit something deep inside. No lube needed; just sweat and moans and that one moment when she froze like she’d forgotten where they were.
