She pretends to care about condoms—until he pulls out that flimsy latex on the couch. Big tits bouncing, thighs spread wide, fingers digging into his shoulders like she’s been waiting years for this. Flips him onto his back mid-motion, rides him slow then slams down hard enough to make the springs groan. His cock twitches inside her even through the barrier; she knows it won’t last long. Leans forward with a smirk when he tries to pull out—‘Not yet.’ The condom breaks before they hit peak friction. Cum spills thick between them as she moans against his ear: ‘You’re so bad for me.’
