Thick thighs spread wide for a cock that doesn’t belong here. She knew someone was watching when she stripped down on this couch, pretending to adjust pillows while secretly rubbing herself raw. The young guy didn’t even knock—just walked in like he owned the place, hands already gripping his straining dick. Bent over the armrest first, tits bouncing free from that flimsy bra, then flipped onto her back with legs wrapped around him so tight it looks like they’ll rip off. Her tattoos peek out from beneath his grip—delicate vines trailing up her thighs—and she bites his shoulder hard when he finally bottoms out inside of her.
