Peeked through the door just as she sat down—long blonde hair falling over her shoulders, those thick thighs wrapped tight around him. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. Slow at first, teasing that pussy open before sinking down hard enough to make the cushions groan. Then he flipped her onto her back and buried himself so deep you could see his hips disappearing into that creamy heat. The way she arched off the couch when he hit that spot? Like a guilty pleasure no one should be allowed to have this late at night.
