Tan lines where stockings should be. A tattooed forearm pins her down by the wrist while she gasps into the pillow, ass lifted high for deeper strokes. He flips her onto her back mid-thrust and buries himself between those heavy tits, muffled moans turning to desperate whimpers. Cock buried to the hilt, legs wrapped around him like she’s trying to pull him inside forever. The sheets are soaked when he finally lets go—her fingers clawing at his back as cum drips down her thighs.
