One leg slung up on the green felt her black dress rides high exposing everything as he stands between her thighs and thrusts steady. Kitchen backdrop wood walls trophies glinting under the light neighbor maybe watching from the shadows but she locks eyes on him only. Drops to her knees next frame mouth open wide taking him down her throat gagging wet sounds echoing off tiled floors. Back up on the table now ass planted firm balls slapping rhythm skin on skin sharp and raw. Kissing turns frantic tongues battling before she squats low heels clicking tile to service that cock again. Dress clings sweat building he grips her hips yanks pants low and pounds without pause. Tits bounce free from the top heavy and swinging with every pump her nails dig into his back urging harder.
