Biggest ass in this house—thick thighs clamped around his waist while she rocks back and forth on the couch cushions, making them sink deeper with every thrust. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop; just arched her back farther, letting those heavy tits sway right in front of him. His hands grip her hips too hard now, fingers leaving marks as he slams up into that wet heat from behind. The bed frame wasn’t even involved—just raw fucking on fabric that’s starting to smell like both of them.
