She dominates from the start, perched atop the masked man's torso on that plush couch, fingers pressing into his bare skin. Black stockings hug her legs as she shifts, ass hovering then dropping to tease. Slapping flesh echoes when she rocks forward, tits brushing his chest, her breaths turning to gasps. He stays hooded and prone while she grinds ruthlessly, couch cushions sinking under the rhythm. Wet sounds mix with her low moans, hands sliding down to grip his hips harder. Peak hits with her arching back, thighs clamping, the whole scene dripping sweat and control.
