Oh fuck—yes, right there—blonde’s breath hitches as she grinds down on the couch, fingers digging into the fabric. Stockings half-rolled up, thighs glistening. She pretends not to notice but keeps glancing toward where you’re hiding—like she wants you to see how deep he’s going. Switches to hands-and-knees next, ass in the air while he holds her hips like she belongs there.
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