Thick thighs clamped around his waist, cum dripping down her chin. Glasses crooked, mascara smeared—she knows he shouldn’t be here. Rides him slow at first, then slams down like she’s been waiting. The couch creaks under their weight as fingers dig into skin. No lube needed when pussy’s this wet. Lasts longer than it should before she collapses forward with a moan that sounds too real...
