She didn’t expect him to walk in—dark eyes locked onto his through half-lidded lashes, lips parted around a gasp. Tattoos crawling up toned arms while she straddles the couch cushion, thighs slick and trembling. First it’s fingers buried deep between her legs, then a tongue sliding up from behind as he watches. No whispering this time—just wet sounds of pussy being eaten raw on velvet fabric. When he finally flips her over, those same hands grip his hair for leverage while she rides his cock like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.