Hijab stays on. Green top stretched over curves. Living room glows warm, plants and chairs framing the white couch. She sits first, lips parted, eyes sharp with need. Fingers sink into her own pussy, skin smooth and taut. Ass round, lifted high. Hands spread those cheeks, probing deep. He appears, bearded face intent, blue shirt casual. Grips her hips. She arches forward, mouth gaping in shock. Pussy exposed, wet. Fingers replaced by cock soon enough. Eyes lock on him. Sweat beads on skin. Curves jiggle with each push. Living room echoes gasps.