Sunlight glares off the glass table as she kneels in nothing but sweat and desperation. Poolside, no privacy, just the sound of slapping flesh and ragged breaths. His fingers dig into her hips before he even lines up—cock first, pussy last. She’s too busy licking his balls to protest when he shoves deep inside that wet heat. Ass up for him now. No time for foreplay when the neighbors’ palms might be watching through those sliding doors. Her tits bounce with every brutal thrust; one hand clutches a chair leg like it’s holding her together. Then she turns around—mouth open wider than sense—and takes every inch down her throat without flinching.
