Wrinkled white tank rides up as she arches back, dark curls tumbling over her shoulders. Phone clutched in one hand, she grips the sheets with the other while he lines up behind her. Thick thighs part wide, ass lifting to meet every deep stroke. His hips slap against her cheeks, skin smacking wetly, her breath coming in sharp gasps between moans. What does a girl do with a phone when she’s getting fucked like this? She drops it and claws at the pillow instead. The bedframe groans under their rhythm, her back bowing as he drives in deep and steady.
