Wifes pale ass cheeks part under husbands rough grip right there on the couch cushions. Black lace stockings climb her thighs, garters taut, as his tattooed arm vanishes wrist-deep into her gaping hole. Fingers curl inside, pumping slow then brutal, her pussy lips swollen and leaking nearby. She grips the fabric, face turned away like she ignores the invasion, body jolting with each twist. Ass stretches obscene around his knuckles, hard and fast from the husband owning every inch. Switches hands, dives back in deeper, her hips buck involuntarily. Couch creaks under the weight, stockings snag on rough fabric. Wife takes the fisting like a champ, ass clenching tight then releasing, juices pooling beneath.
