She’s starving for it. Sofie Marie doesn’t even bother with foreplay—just yanks down her panties like they’re an afterthought and slams onto his lap. Thick thighs clamp around his waist while he groans into the cushions. Bent over the armrest next, tits jiggling as she rides him raw—no lube needed when her cunt’s already soaked from anticipation. The couch creaks under their weight as she grinds backward until he’s balls-deep. Then—oh god—the way her back arches when he flips her onto all fours. She knew someone was watching that day. Pretends not to notice as fingers dig into her hips, pulling her ass up higher for every brutal thrust.
