Forty-something Egyptian brunette in black niqab and abaya kneels on the staircase floor, thighs parted wide as she rides him slow and deliberate. One hand clutches her veil to her chest, the other grips the railing while her hips roll in tight circles. Cock slides in deep with each grind, her breath hitching behind the fabric. Fabric rustles with every thrust, the black folds swaying as she bounces just enough to keep him buried. The carpet muffles her moans but not the wet slap of skin against skin. She pulls the veil aside just enough to bite her lip, eyes locked on nothing as the staircase creaks under their weight.
