She pretends to read the newspaper but doesn’t lift an inch from that cock buried deep in her pussy. Hair pulled back hard enough to sting while he pounds into her like they’re both late for something. Then—flipped onto all fours on the couch cushions, ass tight and dripping. He grabs two handfuls of tits and slams into her so hard the coffee table rattles. No foreplay. No hesitation. Just rough hands gripping hips until she screams his name against the armrest—and then that sound when he finally fills her up without warning. Didn’t expect this at 5pm.
