She’s got that experienced energy—legs spread wide on the couch, already dripping when he shoves his face between her thighs before she even finishes talking. No warning, no teasing; just tongue against pussy like he’s starving and she’s the last meal of the night. Then it flips: knees hit the cushion, ass up in the air with that tight black dress riding high. He doesn’t ask permission—just grips her hips and slams into her from behind while she gags on his dick mid-moan. The couch creaks under every brutal thrust, cushions muffling every dirty sound.
