...and then it happens—the moment he pulls out just in time for that thick white rope to land square across her heavy tits. She doesn’t wipe it away. Just lies there panting, cum dripping down her cleavage while his fingers trace lazy circles over her stomach like he’s marking territory. Earlier? Not so subtle—she was bent over the edge of the mattress, ass up in black lace stockings, begging him to ‘fuck me like I’m still young.’ No foreplay needed when those thighs are already quivering from last night’s session (you can see the faint marks on her hips).
