She wasn’t waiting for permission. Cock in her mouth before he even unbuckled, tongue lashing like a starving bitch who’d do anything to keep it buried. Glasses fogged up from panting, mascara smeared—no shame, just pure need. Bent over the couch cushions with those stockings riding high on her thighs, legs spread wide enough to swallow him whole. No slow build—just raw fucking pressure as he slams into that tight little asshole without warning. Her moans turn desperate when his hand wraps around her throat and yanks back just enough to make sure she’s watching every inch disappear inside her.
