Dark bedroom, New Year’s fireworks muffled outside—she kneels first, gagging on a thick dick like it’s her job but not quite. Gagging once… twice… then pop—he yanks free just as she gasps for air. No warning this time; he flips her onto her back mid-breath and slams into that soaked pussy before the headboard even rattles. Curves everywhere—big tits bouncing with every thrust, thighs locking around his waist as he grinds up hard enough to leave marks. She whimpers when he hits something deep, nails digging into his ass like she wants him deeper. Glass doors slide open behind them; moonlight spills over bare skin but neither cares.
