Tan lines from stockings mark her thighs as she kneels over the couch cushion, ass up for him. No lube needed—just the way he grips her hips and pulls her down harder. Tits swaying like they’ve been waiting years for this. Flips onto her back mid-grind, legs wrapped around his waist while he buries himself deep inside that tight pussy again. Her nails dig into the armrests when it hits too good—moans turn to gagd gasps as he slams upward one last time. Cum spills out thick between us both before she finally lets go completely on top of him.
