...and then it hits the wall behind them. Thick ropes of cum splatter across the light blue paint as she collapses onto the table, legs still shaking from getting pounded raw through that purple robe tied around her waist. Red hair messy, mascara smeared like she didn’t care who heard—because someone was watching. This wasn’t planned. The guy walks in mid-thrust, cock buried balls-deep in her ass while she grips the edge of that white table like it’s keeping her upright. Purple fabric bunches up between his fingers every time he pulls back before shoving forward again—wet sounds filling the room alongside their heavy breathing. No lube needed when she’s this loose.
