Glitter dust everywhere. She wears next to nothing — just that tight red-and-black lace thing that does nothing for coverage. Bent over the couch armrest, tits bouncing like they’ve got their own rhythm. He flips her onto her back and pins those legs wide open. No panties in sight. Cock slamming into thick folds while one hand grips her ass cheek raw from the friction of his fingers digging in. Switches to cowgirl mid-thrust, grinding down so hard you hear it through the wall. She pretends not to notice when someone’s watching but keeps eye contact anyway—like she wants this caught.
