Black lace garters snag on her thick thighs as she peels them off one at a time, hips already rolling slow. Leather couch groans under her weight when she straddles him reverse cowgirl, tits swaying loose against her chest. He palms her ass cheeks, fingers digging in as she sinks down inch by thick inch—her spine arches, belly tightening with each grind. Stockings rip at the knee with a sharp tug, lace threads snapping like a whip against her skin—she doesn’t even flinch, just rides harder. Switching to cowgirl, she pins his wrists above his head, thighs clamping around his waist as she slams down, wet pussy gripping tight. Headboard slaps against the wall, rhythm matching her breathless moans, her hair whipping across his face as she takes him deep.
