Tan lines creeping up thick thighs where the sheet barely covers anything. Blue tank top rides up as fingers dig into hips—no bra either. He flips her onto all fours with one hand still gripping that ass like it belongs to him. The bedframe groans under rough thrusts, each slam making those heavy tits jiggle against the mattress. She arches back mid-moan, nails clawing at sheets when he hits something deep inside her. Then she turns around without warning—knees planted in his ribs—and takes over with wet lips wrapped tight around him.
