...and it ends right there on her stomach, thick ropes painting her tits and belly while she gasps like this was never supposed to happen. The whole time, she keeps glancing at the camera like someone might’ve walked in—her ass clenching every time he slams deeper into that wet pussy from behind. Starts slow with teasing kisses and tongue work, but by the end? She’s bent over the armrest of that couch, thighs quivering as he fucks her through his jeans just to hear those little whimpers. No lube needed—she’s already dripping when he flips her onto her back for round two.
