Tan lines from her garter belt bite into her thighs as she grinds backward onto that thick cock on the couch. Purple lace barely covering those heavy tits while he pins her hips down. Sloppy wet sounds fill the room when she finally flips him onto his back and rides him like a cowgirl—cushions soaked before either of them even cum. Hard nipples scraping against his chest, mascara smudged but still fucking like it’s their last night alive. Then—creampie on the sofa, legs shaking, one hand gripping the armrest while he buries himself deeper than ever before.
