Cum splatters across the floral couch cushion as she tenses up, back arching like she just got caught doing something forbidden. Thick thighs clamp down around his waist while her heavy tits bounce—that’s where it all ends. Didn’t expect this when you walked in through that half-open door, did you? She knew someone was watching from the start; eyes locked on the mirror behind him like a guilty confession. Starts slow—hands exploring over red lace panties, then those get yanked aside right there on the patterned rug. Ass in the air before he even strips fully; fingers dig into hips hard enough to leave marks.
