Moans spill from her lips as she straddles his lap, thighs trembling around his waist. Silver-blonde hair spills over her shoulders while she sinks onto his cock, her lace bra straining against heavy tits. The red apple rolls off the chair as her spine curves, back arching with each slow grind. Her black stockings dig into his hips as he grips her ass, fingers pressing into soft flesh. The floral wallpaper blurs behind her, the TV flickering as she takes him deeper, her breath coming in sharp gasps. One hand clutches his shoulder while the other fists the chair cushion, knuckles white. The room smells like sweat and something sweet, her perfume mixing with the musk of skin on skin.
