Couch in the center of a cluttered living room, sun streaming through half-drawn blinds. She straddles him backward, green lace barely containing heavy tits that sway with every grind. Copper hair whips side to side, lips parted in a silent moan. His cock disappears between her thighs with a wet sound each time she drops down, thighs trembling. When he flips her, she lands on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders as he pounds into her pussy from above. Fingers dig into her hips, pulling her flush against every thrust. The couch creaks in rhythm, her back arching off the cushions, mouth open in a gasp.
