Moans like she’s been waiting years—thick thighs trembling on the couch, high heels still clutched tight. ‘Oh fuck yes, don’t stop’ she gasps when he flips her onto her stomach, tits spilling over the armrest. Ass up in the air, pussy dripping with need—‘I knew someone was watching me do this’—then that first hard thrust sends her forward into his chest. She pretends not to notice when he grabs her hips harder, fingers digging into flesh as cum shoots straight up inside. Back arches off the sofa with every pulse of his cock buried balls-deep. ‘Mmmf… you’re gonna fill me up again’ she whimpers mid-scream, voice raw from holding back too long.
