She didn’t expect this when she slid into the driver’s seat—Holly Kiss, that hungry MILF with tits spilling over her blouse and thighs already wet just from waiting. He pins her against the backrest before flipping her onto his lap; skirt hiked up past stockings, pussy dripping onto his jeans. No foreplay—just cock buried deep in one brutal thrust while she claws at his shoulders like a woman starving for it. Then the rearview mirror catches them both: him gripping her hips to smash home every time, her whimpering ‘fuck yes’ louder than the engine idling outside...
