Tan lines on her thighs from stockings—she wasn’t wearing panties when she straddled him on that couch. Lips glistening from his cock sliding in deep while he gripped her hips too tight to stop. First came the slow grind against his stomach, then the sudden flip onto all fours as he yanked up that leather skirt past her ass cheeks. ‘Harder,’ she begged—not quiet at all—but no one else walked in. The bed scene? Wet lips wrapped around his shaft, mascara smeared down her cheeks as she gagged just right before pulling back with a smirk. He didn’t ask twice when she pushed him onto his back and rode him like there was a deadline for cumming inside her. No foreplay. Just hunger.
