Tan lines from stockings cutting into her thighs. Wet lips parted like she just swallowed something big. The couch cushions muffle every thrust as her ass slaps against his hips—no lube, no warning. Thick thighs wrapped tight around his waist while he grips her hair and pulls her down harder. She moans through gritted teeth when he flips her onto all fours, pantyhose still clinging to one leg. Creampie right there on the couch where anyone could walk in.
