She didn’t used to beg like this. Not until she saw what the camera showed her—her own face twisted in desperate need. Now? She can’t get enough of that thick cock buried between her thighs, legs shaking as she rides him through the couch cushions. Stockings torn mid-thrust, tits bouncing with every slam against the wall—she knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. First it was fingers down her throat while whispering filthy promises into his ear. Then full-blown doggy style on the kitchen countertop with mascara smeared from clawing at his back.
