Green tank top rides up as she bends over the couch, shorts yanked down just enough to expose her thick thighs. He grips her hips and drives in deep, her spine curving with every thrust that makes the couch legs scrape the floor. Dark hair whips side to side, mascara running down flushed cheeks as her mouth hangs open in a silent scream. Legs shaking, she pushes back against him, taking every inch like she can’t get enough. Spectators in the background clap and whistle, their drinks sloshing as the room gets louder than her wet pussy sounds.
