Creamy tan lines from her black thong digging into soft skin. Wet lips stretched too wide around thick cock. The first slurp is loud enough to wake the neighbors. He pins her back against the cushions—fingers tangled in long hair, knuckles white—but she doesn’t pull away. Just moans deeper, tongue flickering over veins while he grinds against swollen tits trapped under cheap fabric. Thighs shake when he lifts her hips off the couch entirely—ass hovering, legs locked around his waist like this isn’t forbidden at all.
