She’s got that look—eyes half-lidded, lips parted like she’s about to take a bite, not just watch. Thick thighs quiver as her fingers disappear into that wet pussy, nails digging in just enough to leave marks. The couch cushions muffle her gasps but not the sloppy sounds of her own juices coating them. He’s young enough to be blushing, old enough to know better—she knows he’s watching every second of it. Switches hands mid-motion, middle finger crooked just right for that G-spot rub while she bites down on her lower lip so hard you can see the imprint left behind. Cum would’ve been all over by now if he wasn’t still standing there like a good boy waiting his turn.