Thick thighs parting around his waist, the silver-haired woman in red lace rides him slow and steady. Her tits bounce loose against her chest as she grips the couch back, spine curving with each roll of her hips. Dark hands clamp down on her waist, pulling her down harder with every thrust. The room fills with wet sounds and her breathy gasps, her mascara smudging as she loses herself in the rhythm. She switches to a slow grind, letting him feel every inch before taking him back to the hilt.
