She’s got zero shame and a bigger appetite. Bent over the patio couch before he can even adjust himself, her pussy already dripping for that first brutal thrust. No teasing, no build-up—just her desperate fingers gripping his waist while he slams into her from behind like they’re both starving. Tits bouncing against the cushions. Ass clenching around every rough stroke. The way she moans when he finally flips her onto all fours shows how much she craves it harder this time. Outdoor air does nothing to cool the heat between them as his hands grip those hips and pull back with each deep fucking motion.
