Couch springs groan under the weight of two bodies locked together, the blonde’s spine arching as he pounds her from behind. Her nails dig into the fabric while his grip tightens on her hips, pulling her back onto every stroke until the room smells like sweat and sex. Flipped onto her back, legs wrapped around his waist, she matches his rhythm thrust for thrust. When he pulls out and shoves his cock between her tits, she grips them tight, tongue flicking over the tip before he drags her back down for more. How much can she take before she’s a trembling mess?
