Caught mid-ride. That floral-patterned skirt hiked past her hips as a curvy brunette in her late forties straddles some poor bastard on the couch. Big tits bouncing, ass grinding down hard enough to leave marks. She wasn’t supposed to be here—let alone on him—but now that you’re watching, she won’t stop. Legs spread wider than polite company allows, fingers digging into his shoulders like he’s hers to use. The way she tilts her head back? She knows someone’s peeking through the door.
