Torn lace nightgown barely clinging to her curves as she straddles him on the couch, stockings already halfway off. The exchange student didn’t expect him—the landlord’s husband—to be watching when she slipped in late. Now his hands are gripping her ass so hard it’ll bruise, and every time he thrusts up, her tits bounce just enough to make him groan louder. She rides him with one hand braced on the armrest, nails digging in like she’s trying to leave marks too. When he flips her over mid-thrust, that flimsy gown rips at the shoulder—no panties left either—and his cock buries itself balls-deep before she even has time to gasp.
