Dark backroom, red curtains swaying, and a curvy brunette in white lace getting manhandled on a checkered table. He grips her thighs, pulls her flush, and sinks in slow until her hips stutter. Switches to missionary with her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he grinds deep. Her fingers claw at his back, nails scraping, mouth open in a silent moan. What happens when the door clicks shut and the lights dim? The table creaks under every thrust, her tits bouncing loose against the lace, and his breath comes hot against her neck.
