Tan lines from her garter belt bite into his shoulders as she rides him like he’s never been fucked before. Spread cheeks glistening wet, fingers digging into his back. ‘Don’t stop,’ she whispers when he flips her over—ass up, tits swinging. Slams in so hard the couch creaks under them both. Cumshot right down her throat when she finally turns around, smirking like this was always part of the plan.
