Tan line where the latex stops at her thigh, glistening with sweat. Black stockings torn at the knee from being yanked down too hard. The couch cushions are soaked when she finally turns over, legs spread wide for him to pound into that tight ass while she bites her lip like someone might walk in. Latex creaks with every thrust—she knows better than this, but his fingers digging into her hips make it impossible to resist.
