Tan lines from last summer still visible where her dress rode up—now soaked through. Thick thighs clamp down on his head as she grinds into his mouth, fingers tangled in sheets. No warning, no shame—just raw hunger. He flips her mid-thrust and slams that cock into her dripping pussy while she whimpers at the ceiling fan spinning above them. Messy, desperate fucking with sweat glistening under the dim light.
