She’s got those kind of tits—big, heavy, bouncing off the couch cushions when he slams into her from behind. Black mesh stockings hugging curves no twenty-something could pull off without looking ridiculous. Feet planted wide apart on the floorboards like she’s staking a claim while he buries himself deeper with every breathless moan. Flips her onto her back next—legs wrapped around his waist—and now it’s all about how wet she gets when he teases just outside before driving home. Those lips part in a silent scream as cum starts dripping down her inner thighs. She knows someone’s peeking through that half-open door but doesn’t stop pretending to adjust herself casually.
