She pretends to fold laundry but keeps glancing at him through the mirror. Then she drops to her knees—stockings still up, ass tight and ready. His cock slides right into that hot little hole without any warning. Flips her onto the couch like she weighs nothing, tits bouncing with every thrust. The way she gasps when he hits deep makes his balls clench harder. Hands gripping the sheets as he pounds from behind—no lube needed, just pure friction and that wet slap of skin. Then she turns around one last time before finishing it off on her back, legs wrapped tight around his waist.
