Dressing table in a dimly lit room, all polished wood and old-world mirrors. She’s in barely-there lace, stockings held up by garters that creak with every shift of her hips. Bent over the edge, ass up, he’s buried to the balls in one deep stroke. No slow buildup — just raw, greedy pounding. Tits slap against the tabletop, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Flips her onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, silk panties pushed aside. Cock pistons in and out, her fingers clawing at the tablecloth. Finishes with a messy creampie, thick white drips sliding down her inner thighs.
