Tattoos glistening under the light, she straddles him first—pussy already slick from teasing. No foreplay left; just raw hunger as she sinks onto his full length, grinding down like she’s chasing something only he can give her. Hands grip his shoulders tight when he flips her sudden-style, slamming back into that wet heat. Ass up next. No words needed; just the sound of skin slapping against skin as he buries himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. She moans through it all—face pressed into the mattress—but pushes back every time anyway. That greedy pussy keeps dripping down her thighs even while her ass gets stretched wide open.
