Tan lines from her lace thong still glistening as she straddles his waist. The younger guy didn’t expect this when he walked in—now he’s pinned under her weight, cock buried to the hilt while she rides like she owns it. No warning, no lube needed; just wet heat and heavy tits bouncing with every thrust. When she finally collapses on top of him, cum dripping down his balls and onto the couch cushions...
