Her tits bouncing like they’ve been waiting decades for this. Bent over the armrest of the couch, ass in the air—she’s already dripping when he flips her around. Cowgirl position, grinding down hard enough to make the springs squeal. Doesn’t care who hears or sees; just needs that cock buried deep inside her again. The way she moans when he slams into her from behind makes it clear this isn’t their first time. Pants soaked through before they even hit the mattress proper. Flips onto her back mid-thrust, legs wrapped tight around his waist like she’ll never let go. Cumshot right where it counts—messy, hot mess on both their chests—and still she doesn’t stop moving.
