Tan lines from old bikinis bite into the couch cushions as she grinds down hard. Wet lips part around his cock like she’s been waiting years. Flips him onto his stomach—ass up, cheeks spread—and starts riding slow at first before slamming back down with a wet thud. No lube needed; just the way her pussy clamps tight around him makes him lose control. Then she pulls off, kneels between his legs, and swallows every last drop while staring right at the camera like this was always meant to be seen.
