Cock buried deep in her throat, Rabuda chokes back cum right there in the corner. Doesn’t even wipe her mouth before climbing onto his lap—legs spread wide, panties already soaked. Slides down hard enough to make the stool creak. Cum dripping from her lips as he flips her onto the tabletop, ass up. Her tits bounce with every thrust while he holds her hips down. ‘Again,’ she whispers when it ends—the first time—and reaches between them for another load. No foreplay needed here: just greedy hands, messy mouths, and that guilty thrill of watching someone you shouldn’t.
