She leans in close on that plush couch, mouth sliding over his bare cock, tongue working the shaft while her blonde hair falls loose. Stockings hug her thighs as she strips down bare, skin flushed against the soft cushions. Straddles him reverse, pussy taking every inch deep, ass bouncing with the rhythm, heels kicking lightly. He grips her hips tight, fabric of his sweater rough on her smooth back. She rides faster, tits heaving, sweat beading where bodies slap together. Switches to facing him, nails digging into shoulders, grinding until thighs quiver. Couch creaks under the weight, floral wallpaper blurring in the heat. Raw friction builds, her gasps filling the room as he pounds up into her. Finishes with her collapsing forward, spent and sticky.
