'You shouldn’t have been watching.' That was the only warning before she locked the door and turned around in nothing but a bra. Thick thighs spread just enough as he kneels behind her, fingers already teasing that wet slit while she bites her lip at the mirror. Then—slap—he flips her onto the couch cushions and buries his face between those heavy tits, tongue dragging down to where her belly shakes with every thrust of his hips. She rides him backward first, nails digging into his ass until he groans into her ear: 'Cum inside me… don’t stop.’ The bedframe creaks when he flips them both—her legs wrap tight around his waist as he slams up into that deep pussy again and again.
