She pretends to adjust the pillow but doesn’t look up from his face—blonde hair falling over one shoulder, just a scrap of lace holding back what he wants. Panties damp already when he grabs her hips and flips her onto her stomach. That tight little ass is all that separates them at first, then nothing at all. Couch cushions soaked before they even hit the bed frame. She rides him raw, tits bouncing free from whatever scraps of fabric were left behind. His fingers dig into her waist as she takes every inch without hesitation—no teasing now.
