...someone left the door cracked. Shouldn’t have peeked in. But there she was—full-figured brunette bent over the couch cushions, stockings ripped at the knees, taking it like she’s been waiting for years. He grabs her hips and slams into that thick ass without warning; no lube needed when she’s this wet. She moans louder than she should, fingers clawing at the fabric as he stretches her open from behind. Then—flips her onto her back mid-thrust, cock buried deep between those heavy tits while she gasps for air through parted lips...
