Skin slapping echoes off the dim room walls. Dark-haired bride in sheer white lingerie and veil arches on the gray couch, one leg hooked high while he drives deep into her exposed pussy, tits bare and bouncing with each thrust. Lips lock in sloppy kisses, her gasps turning to moans as hands clamp her hips. Nude now, she writhes under him missionary-style, thighs trembling from the ruthless rhythm, wet sounds growing louder. Barely-there lace bunches aside, body slick with sweat — he grips tighter, pounding harder amid her sharp cries and the couch's faint creak.
