She owns the rhythm. Fingers knead those heavy tits through lace first. Drops low. Lips wrap the fat cockhead, tongue swirling slow. Builds speed, gulping deep till spit trails. Climbs aboard reverse. Ass cheeks clap against his thighs, pace punishing. Bed creaks under her bounces. Switches to face him, pussy gripping tight with every lift and slam. Sweat beads on dark skin. He unloads ropes across her neck.
