Tan lines on her inner thighs glisten as she straddles him, knees digging into the cushions. One hand grips the back of his neck while her other finger traces slow circles over her clit—wet, swollen lips already parting for him. He flips her onto all fours mid-thrust, ass cheeks jiggling with every deep slam into that dripping pussy. No lube needed here—just raw, sloppy fucking with stockings halfway torn off and heels still clicking against the hardwood floor. She arches back at one point just to watch him watching her—like someone might walk in any second but neither of them cares.
