Big, heavy tits spilling out of that damn floral dress. She knew someone was watching but kept reading like it was nothing. Then—skirt rides up slow, slow, white thong barely hiding the truth. Ass planted hard on his face first before she flips onto her back, legs wrapped around him like a vise. Cock disappears between those thick thighs again and again until the cushions are ruined. Her nails dig into his shoulders when she starts riding him raw—no panties left to speak of now. One hand fisting his hair as she grinds down harder than any thirty-year-old could manage. And when it hits? No warning.
