What Did You THINK I Was Doing??

Ana Foxxx walks in and spots Chad Alva facing the TV, hips bucking like he’s stroking hard. She freezes, cheeks burning. Turns out he’s just swearing at a busted remote. Another afternoon she catches him bent over the couch, hand flying, grunting that something won’t come out. False alarm again—he’s scrubbing a stain. Third time she finds him on the cushions, phone in hand, same frantic motion. Ana’s learned her lesson; she barely slows down. One tap on his shoulder later and Chad’s dick is out, fist pumping for real. They both stumble over apologies until Ana blurts that watching him the first two times got her wet. That flips the switch. She yanks her top up, natural tits spilling free, while Chad’s fingers dive straight into her hairy bush. She spreads on the couch, letting him work two thick digits deep, thumb flicking her clit until she’s dripping down his knuckles. Her breath hitches; she grabs his wrist, rides it harder, then switches to rubbing her own swollen lips while he strokes his cock above her. The room fills with slick sounds and Ana’s low moans as she fingers herself to the edge, pussy clenching around her knuckles, before pulling Chad in for the payoff they’ve both been craving.