She grins like she’s been caught. Thighs clenched around his waist, nails digging into his back. The bed creaks under her weight as he flips her onto all fours—tits swinging free, tattooed ass in the air. First it’s slow, fingers teasing that tight hole before he finally pushes in. Her moans get louder when he grabs a handful of hair and pulls back hard enough to make her gasp. Then she turns around mid-thrust, straddling him with those thick thighs locked tight—no way out until every last drop is buried deep inside.
