Purple lingerie clings tight, fishnets laddered up her thighs, top yanked down over heavy tits. Pink hair fans out on rattan chair seat. He grips her hips, thrusts in hard — wet slaps echo off wooden walls, her moans sharp and ragged. Legs splayed, pussy stretched wide. She bucks up into it, gasping with each pump. Switches to tatami mat, ass up on all fours, pounding rhythm grueling, skin-on-skin smacks mixing with her guttural groans. Tits bounce wild. Back arches as he rails from behind, heavy breathing turns to desperate cries. Chair creaks forgotten nearby.
