Tan line creases where her bikini bottoms used to sit—now just air and sweat. Knee-high socks bunched at thighs while she grinds down on his cock, nails scraping his back like she forgot where they were. Couch cushions soaked, lips parted in gasps that turn into moans when he flips her onto her hands and knees. Ass jiggling, nipples dragging across fabric as he slams deep enough to make her toes curl. One hand reaches back, guides him deeper—no warning, no shame.
