Cock already rock hard, she goes down and gulps it down without hesitation. The blonde mom’s throat stretches around every inch while her tits spill over her lace bra. Wine glass clinks on the table as she moans around the shaft, her free hand gripping his thigh. Flipped onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, she takes each thrust with a gasp. The couch groans under their weight as he pounds her into the cushions. Her mascara runs, her nails dig into his back, and the room smells like sweat and sin.
