She needs it. Needs the weight, needs the stretch, needs to feel him bottom out where it counts. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist as she rides him on the couch like there’s no tomorrow—tits bouncing, breath ragged. Flips him onto his back and takes control: ass up in the air for that final pounding before she collapses forward, cum dripping down her thighs. Didn’t expect this from Mrs. Next Door but goddamn if she isn’t begging for more.
