Polly didn’t expect to get caught again—but here you are, peeking through the couch cushions at her rough fucking session. Big tits slapping against his chest as she bounces up and down so fast the springs scream. Hair pulled back tight, nails digging into his shoulders when he tries to flip her onto all fours—she just laughs and spreads wider for that deep anal stretch. No finesse here; just raw intensity. She grabs his ass cheeks with both hands while riding face-down into the cushions, cum dripping between them before she finally collapses backward onto him. One hand still tangled in his hair as she whispers dirty secrets about what else they’ll do behind closed doors tonight.
