Monica loved keeping her hands busy, but this time around she had nothing to fiddle with aside from her ring. She was spinning it on her finger and then throwing it up and down. Suddenly, she failed to catch that pesky piece of jewelry and it kind of fell behind the couch cushions. Monica was quick to ram her arm down the small opening, trying to grab the ring, but it was all in vain. She wanted to look underneath the couch, but was still unable to free the arm. She had to cry for help in hopes of someone answering the call. A beefy dude entered the room. He glanced at the helpless, readily accessible pussy and decided that he’s gonna fuck it good before providing any assistance.