The house was quiet, or so Vivianne DeSilva thought. She had Cyndi Sinclair bent over the bed, her mature body quivering with anticipation. Vivianne's hands were full, gripping Cyndi's wide hips, guiding her strap-on deep into Cyndi's eager cunt. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the scent of their sex. Just as Vivianne began to pick up the pace, the door creaked open. Chris Banger stood there, his eyes wide with shock and something else - a spark of interest. The two women froze, their bodies still connected, their secret laid bare.