She’s got the weight of experience pressing down on his shoulders while he grips that ass tight. No time for slow builds or whispered promises—just the wet slap of skin and the way she moans around his cock when he shoves it in hard. Doggy style, no mercy. Her legs spread wider than they should for someone who looks like she’s seen better days but still knows how to take it deep. Hands gripping sheets as he pounds into her from behind, fingers digging into those hips until they bruise. The room smells like sweat and old perfume mixed with something sweeter—the kind of scent that sticks to walls after you’re done using them.
