Navy tank top clings to her curves, tiny shorts wedged high — yanked aside in the kitchen, exposing pale ass cheeks that ripple under firm hands. Bent double over the counter, legs spread wide. Cock drives in unyielding, her body jolting forward with each slam, tits straining the fabric. Fingers dig into soft flesh. Switches to the couch — naked now except glasses, drool-smeared lips parted, heavy breasts swaying as she rides slow then furious. Ass bouncing. Sweat-slick skin sliding together — unfinished.
