...the door’s slightly ajar but they don’t notice—or maybe they do—and keep going. Blonde on her knees first, mouth stretched wide around something thick as she moans into it. Then the redhead shoves her forward by the shoulders until she’s flat on the bedspread, legs spread just enough to see how wet she already is. The strap-on slides between those heavy thighs with no warning; fingers dig into hips as it grinds deep. No lube needed here—just heat and sloppy sounds filling up the room like a secret that shouldn’t be heard...
