She’s on top, blonde hair in a messy bun, stockings rolled just past the knee. Younger guy flat on his back, hands clamped on her hips like he’s steering her down. Tits sway with every grind, nipples hard against the lace of her bra. When he flips her, she gasps—doggy style, ass in the air, cheek pulled apart with one hand. Cock buried to the root, slow strokes turning relentless. She’s soaked, dripping finish glistening on his shaft. Comes with a shudder, thighs trembling, before he pulls out and paints her face—thick ropes across her lips and chin.
