Tan lines where stockings used to be, cheeks flushed red raw. Bent over a pallet jack in this warehouse, legs spread wide for him. No panties—ever. He grabs her hips hard enough to bruise when he drives deep inside that tight pussy again. She’s got those tits hanging just right—big enough to bounce when she leans forward onto the metal beam. Back arched like she’s pretending it’s inventory work, but every time his cock hits bottom, she moans through gritted teeth. Flips her around mid-sentence: ‘Put your hands on the shelf.’ Ass out, round and perfect for what comes next.
