Cum splatters across her tits and belly like a goddamn watercolor mess. Massage oil slicking thighs as she pretends it’s just relaxation—until his fingers dig into her hips and he flips her onto the couch. Riding him face-first, hair in his eyes, lips parted around his cock while he slams up into her. Doesn’t stop until the sheets are soaked through and she’s panting like a dog on heat. Her nails digging into his back when he finally lets go deep inside—no pull-outs, no regrets.
