Thick Italian curves sprawled across a rumpled bed, heavy tits bouncing just out of reach. She knew someone was peeking through that door but kept grinding anyway—fingers tangled in her own pussy while she bit down on a pillow to stay quiet. Then he walked in and she froze… only for a second before pulling him onto the bed by his belt. Ass up, legs spread wide for that first deep thrust, then flipped around so he could watch his cock disappear between those swollen lips again and again. No lube needed—just wetter than hell from start to finish.
