She needs it. Thick thighs squeezing around his cock like a vise, nails digging into shoulders while she rides him raw on the couch cushions. ‘Please don’t stop,’ she whimpers when he flips her over—ass up, panties soaked through. No foreplay needed; just desperate, sloppy fucking until the last drop is gone inside her. Then she collapses forward, breathless and grinning like a boy caught stealing candy.
