We Have Porn At Home!

Chad’s hand’s still wrapped around his cock when the door swings open. Kenna walks in, home early. In one panicked move he dives behind the couch, then scrambles under the curtain like a kid playing hide-and-seek, leaving nothing but a guilty silence. Kenna stops, looks around the quiet room, one eyebrow cocked. It doesn’t take long. A suspicious bulge behind the drapes gives him away. She yanks the fabric aside and there he is—half-hard, flushed, busted. A grin spreads across her face. “Why the hell are you hiding behind a curtain jerking off when I could’ve helped?” Chad mutters something about not wanting to bother her—she’s always busy—but Kenna just steps in, closes the gap, and lets her hand slide down his wrist until her fingers graze his sticky shaft. “Fun with you?” she purrs, breath hot on his cheek. “Never an inconvenience.”