Tan line where the thong strap digs into pale skin. She’s riding him with knees pressed against his ribs, nails digging into his shoulders like she’s trying to climb higher. Mirror shows her tits bouncing free as he flips her onto all fours—red hair swinging, ass up for whoever might peek through that crack in the curtain. He slams deep from behind while she arches back, mouth open but no sound coming out yet. Then—her fingers find their way down front and she starts rubbing herself off slow, watching them both in the glass like this is just another day at work.
