Tan lines on her thighs where stockings used to be. Blonde hair fanned out across the armrest of that old couch, nails clawing at fabric as he takes her hard from behind. Ass jiggling with every thrust, tits swinging free under that tight tank top she shouldn’t have worn around him. His belt buckle clinks against skin when he flips her onto her back—legs spread wide for his face before she even has time to protest. Cum dripping down his chin as she whimpers through it all.
