Plump blonde wife in a tight sweater pretends to ignore him but keeps shifting on that damn couch. Thighs glistening, tits pressing against the fabric like she can’t stay still. He flips her over and pins her down—cock slamming into that wet pussy from behind. She moans loud enough to wake the neighbors but keeps one hand covering her mouth. Then she turns around, ass up in the air like she wrote how-to guides for this exact position. His hands grip those curvy hips hard enough to leave marks when he starts pounding again. The couch creaks under them both—no sheets, no hiding anything now.
