She wasn’t supposed to be here like this—green panties halfway down her thighs, legs spread on the couch while fingers tease open something that shouldn’t be wet yet. A guy slides in from behind, no warning, just raw hunger. Her head tilts back with a gasp when his grip tightens on her hips. Then another pair of hands pulls up her shirt—tits bouncing free as lips latch onto a nipple and teeth graze skin. The room smells like sweat and forbidden desire. One cock disappears between those thick thighs; she whimpers into someone’s shoulder when it hits too deep, nails digging into bare arms for balance.
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