Couch cushions sinking under her weight. Blonde hair tumbling forward as she straddles him, stockings biting into her heavy thighs. She rides slow at first — wet pussy swallowing his cock inch by inch. Then faster. Then desperate. His hands clamp down on her hips, fingers digging in as she bounces, tits jiggling with every downward slam. The frame creaks in time with her moans, the wet slap of skin filling the room. She arches, spine curving, and he flips her onto her back — cock still buried deep. Legs pinned apart, she gasps, nails raking his shoulders as he pounds into her until the couch groans in protest.
