'Oh fuck—' Mommy gasps when his hands grip her hips harder, nails digging into flesh as she arches back. Her tits bounce with every thrust; mascara already smeared down her cheeks but she doesn’t care. Steps over to the table mid-fuck and braces herself like it’s an invitation: 'You want to see how good I take it?' He flips her onto her back—skirt hitched up past waist—and buries his face between those thick thighs while she moans so loud you’d hear through walls. No lube? Doesn’t matter when pussy this wet swallows him whole.
