Tan lines from old swimsuits still clinging to her inner thighs. Nails digging into latex gloves as she arches back, ass hovering just above the mat. Didn’t expect this when you walked in—her wet lips already stretched around him, tongue flicking out like she knew someone was watching. First it’s slow, then it’s sloppy—her tits bouncing with each thrust, breath hitching when he hits that spot deep inside. No lube needed; just raw heat and the sound of skin slapping against skin. When she finally comes, it’s with a gasp so loud you’d think she wanted an audience.
