Tan lines where her thighs meet that creamy ass. Stockings half-rolled down, toes curled into the cushion. She knows someone’s watching but keeps spreading wider, two fingers hooked inside while her free hand grips the edge of the couch like a lifeline. The first thrust catches her off guard—cock slides in past those swollen lips without warning. No gagging at first, just a slow grind as she tests how much she can take before tilting her head back and moaning through gritted teeth. Legs shake when he bottoms out; wet sounds fill the room every time he pulls almost all the way out before slamming home again.
