Alex Jett gets ambushed the second he walks in—tattooed brunette in red already waiting on the pool table, legs spread like an invitation. No foreplay, just hands gripping his dick while she sinks down without warning. Cock disappears between her plump thighs as he fights to keep balance. Table creaks under their weight. She rides him fast, ass slapping against his hips before flipping onto all fours and taking him doggy-style over the felt surface. His fingers dig into her waist as he hammers her from behind—zero finesse, pure animal need. Then it escalates: she spins around mid-fuck and yanks him down for a messy kiss while stroking herself off right there on the tabletop.
