Thick thighs straddle the armrest, white lace digging into soft flesh as she bounces up and down. Hands clamp onto her own tits, fingers digging in, nails leaving pale half-moons. Back arches, spine curves, ass clenches around the cock buried deep inside. Every upward grind makes the couch groan, the cushions bunching under her weight. Dark hair swings loose, slapping against her shoulders as she rides harder, faster, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The lace is soaked through where her pussy drips against it, the fabric clinging to her skin. She bites her lip so hard it turns white, her body tensing as she chases the edge.
