Roxy Caught Me Watching Porn

Roxy walks in from a long day and catches her guy mid-stroke, dick out, eyes glued to some dirty video. She doesn't get mad—she smiles, drops her stuff, and steps closer. Her hand wraps around his shaft before he can even say hi. She drops to her knees and takes him in, warm mouth sliding down every inch until his hips start bucking. The porn on the screen is already forgotten. All he feels is Roxy’s tongue and the way her lips stretch around him. He pulls her up, spins her around, and bends her over the couch. Her panties hit the floor. He lines up and sinks into her wet cunt with one hard thrust. She moans, pushes back, and takes him deeper. He grips her hips and pounds away until she’s dripping down her thighs. Every stroke feels better than any video because this time it’s real—her tight grip, her scent, the way she squeezes when she comes.