Ass up on the floral-patterned couch, legs splayed like she’s been waiting years. His fingers dig into her hips as he slams home—no teasing, no build-up, just the wet slap of skin meeting skin. She moans loud enough to wake neighbors but doesn’t care; this isn’t about subtlety. Hand gripping his shoulder while he pounds from behind—doggy style with zero restraint. Her tits bounce with every thrust, nipples hard as diamonds against the fabric of his shirt. Then she turns around mid-fucking, straddles him like a queen reclaiming her throne and rides him back down. Mouth open wide for a sloppy blowjob between strokes; tongue lashing at his balls while he fucks her face proper.
