The yellow tank top comes off in one rough pull, white panties clinging to thick hips before getting shoved aside. Hands clamp down on the couch back as she bends over, ass up, waiting for the first deep thrust. Cock slides in slow then picks up speed, her moans turning wet and throaty. He grips her waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pounds from behind, the living room furniture shaking with each collision. Flipped onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, she gasps when he hits that spot inside her that makes her back arch and toes curl. No mercy in the strokes, just raw power and the sound of skin slapping skin until her body trembles and she clenches around him, pulling him deeper.
