Phone recording tilted on the dresser. She’s wearing nothing but red lace and thigh-high stockings, belly soft and flushed. He kneels between her legs, cock already glistening, and sinks in slow. Her spine arches, fingers clawing at his shoulders. Switches to doggy — ass bouncing, tits swinging, the bed groaning under every thrust. Slams her back down, knees pinned wide. Cum drips down her inner thighs before he drags her to the edge of the bed, cock still half-hard, and finishes on her stomach.
