Shouldn’t have walked in on this. Cheerleader’s uniform half-torn—red skirt still hanging by threads from one hip as she grinds down on him with a mouth full of moans. Ass jiggling like it was made for pounding. Hands gripping the couch cushions until they’re soaked, but she doesn’t stop. Skirt rides up higher with every thrust until it falls off completely—just her round ass and that desperate need to be filled deeper.
