Some men don’t play nice. This one doesn’t hold back as he grabs her hips and pounds into her from behind, fingers digging into thighs so tight it hurts. She’s not a boy anymore—her body takes every brutal stroke without complaint, just the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room. Hair yanked back in frustration when she tries to turn around for more, but he keeps her exactly where he wants: bent over the armrest with that fat cock buried deep inside. No slow buildup here—just greedy thrusts that make her gasp against his shoulder blade. Her nails claw at the couch cushion as he flips her onto all fours, ass up in the air like some kind of dirty offering.
