She didn’t knock first—just spread those thick thighs wider when she heard footsteps. Lisa Ann knew someone was watching from the couch, but pretended not to notice as her nails dug into the cushions. Ass up first, begging for it with a voice too loud for comfort: 'Harder...' Cock buried balls-deep in that tight heat while one hand played with her tits like they were toys left out overnight. Then came the creampie moment—messy, sloppy—and still she didn’t stop riding until every last drop soaked through.
