Ripped stockings claw at her thighs as she claws at the couch cushions, white tank top riding up to expose a thick waist. Dark hair whips side to side while she rides or is pounded from behind—legs spread so wide they shake. His hands clamp down on her hips, fingers digging in as he drives deep with every stroke. The couch groans under the weight, cushions bunching up with each thrust. She gasps between moans, belly folding with every rough pump until her thighs tremble.
