White lace panties ripped down her thick thighs as she climbs onto the massage table, her heavy tits swaying free. Hands planted on his chest, she grinds down slow at first, then picks up pace with wet, squelching sounds filling the room. Switches to cowgirl, hips rolling in slow circles before she slams down hard, her ass clapping against his thighs. Flipped onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, she takes every inch with a moan before her pussy clenches and she gushes all over his cock and the table beneath her. India Summer’s signature squirt leaves a puddle soaking the sheets as she collapses, breathless, her body still trembling from the force of it.
