Tan lines where her stockings should be. The hotel bed creaks under her knees as she arches back, heavy tits swinging with every thrust. No warning—just a hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. She’s not quiet either; breathy moans that sound like she’s been waiting for this all day. Doggy-style pounding until his cock disappears between those spread cheeks again and again. Then she flips around mid-cumshot, straddling him before he even pulls out—wet pussy slapping against his stomach as she rides through the last twitches. The whole time? That smirk playing at the corner of her mouth like she knew someone was watching.
