Creampie splatters onto bark when he finally bottoms out and holds her there. No hands, no words—just grunts and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. Her ass cheeks jiggle loose as he pounds up from behind, fingers digging into hips like she’s about to be dragged off for it. Dirt stains her thighs by the time he pulls out with a gurgle, cum dripping down her crack before soaking into leaves. Forest floor gets messy fast once they switch positions. She straddles him rougher than any kitchen counter session you’ve seen—back arched, tits bouncing free while his hands grip her waist like he’s afraid she’ll fall off mid-thrust.
