Lilith lounges on the couch in nothing but a gagr and a smirk—pretending like she doesn’t know you’re there. Thick thighs part for his face first, tits bouncing as he buries his tongue between them. She grabs fistfuls of fabric when he turns her around, ass up in the air as cock hits that tight spot raw. No panties. No hesitation. Just heavy breaths and moans that sound like ‘fuck—’ every time he bottoms out inside her creamy pussy or asshole. Flips her onto all fours mid-thrust—her saggy tits slap against the cushion with every drive—and when she finally caves to begging? He pins both wrists behind her back and doesn’t stop.
