Couch creaks under the weight of two bodies locked together in the dim glow of a side lamp. The blonde bride in the green dress is bent over the armrest, skirt rucked up to her waist, getting her throat wrecked first. Hands grip her hips hard as he pulls her back onto his cock, every thrust making the couch groan. Switching to missionary, she wraps those long legs around his waist and digs her nails into his back while he pounds her into the cushions. Sweat slicks their skin as he flips her onto her back, her dress torn halfway down, tits spilling free while he drives in deep and steady. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping skin and her breathy moans muffled against his shoulder.
