Squirt lands on the lounge chair cushion as his cock pistons into her ass raw. No prep, no hesitation—just thick meat tearing through that tight hole while she screams into the pillow. Blonde hair whipped back, pink lips parted in silent agony-pleasure, fingers clawing at the concrete edge of the pool. Her tits bounce with every brutal thrust; one hand grips his thigh for leverage as he holds her hips down hard enough to bruise. The water glints off sweat-slick skin when he finally pulls out—only to flip her onto all fours right there by the deep end.
