He thought she was asleep—until his tongue hit that tight hole. Thick blonde in a tank top arches off the couch cushions, hips bucking against his mouth while one hand clamps over hers. Fingered open first, then rimmed slow like it’s forbidden. Asshole pink and glistening by the time he flips her onto all fours, tits smashing into the armrest as he lines up. No warning—just that deep thrust with a groan so raw it shakes the walls. She takes every inch, nails digging into fabric, whispering ‘harder’ like this is their dirty secret.
