Silver bikini straps dig into creamy shoulders as she drops to her knees before he even shuts the door. Wet lips wrap around his shaft mid-stride, tongue swirling like she’s been waiting all damn day. That first deepthroat gag makes his hips jerk forward—she loves gagging on it. No time to stand up. He spins her around, fingers digging into tan lines where the bikini bottoms should be but aren’t. Pussy already glistening, thighs slick against the couch cushions as he rams home from behind—no teasing, no build-up, just animal fucking with her tits bouncing free and that whimpering moan spilling out every time he bottoms out.
