She starts in a floral skirt and heels, pretending to relax while he kneels between her spread legs. One wrong move—her hand slams down on his shoulder—and suddenly those tits are out, skirt hiked up past her thighs. No panties. Just smooth skin and that hungry look like she’s been waiting for this moment all day. The couch cushions muffle the sounds as she flips him onto his back, riding bareback with her nails digging into his chest. Legs wrapped tight around his waist, pussy grinding down hard enough to leave marks. When he tries to flip her over? She laughs, shakes her head—no way is this ending how he thinks.
