Her spine arches off the couch as she fists that cock like it owes her money, thick thighs trembling under her heavy tits that bounce loose with every jerk. One hand grips the base while the other cups his balls, pulling tight as she strokes faster, her lips parted and breath coming in sharp gasps. The patterned couch cushions beneath her back do nothing to muffle the wet sounds of her palm sliding up and down his shaft, her gaze never wavering from his face. A flush spreads across her chest and neck as she works him over, her free hand drifting up to pinch her own nipple through her dress, the fabric straining against her curves. She’s all in, her body tensing as she pulls him closer, ready to take whatever he’s about to give her.
