Ripped fishnets clinging to drenched thighs. Top halfway off, tits bouncing as she straddles him mid-couch. No lube needed—just wetness from earlier rounds. He grabs her hips and slams up hard; couch cushions sink under their weight. She leans back, arching like a bowstring, nails digging into his shoulders while he hammers deeper. Stockings tear at the knees but stay tangled around his ankles as she rides rougher—face flushed, spit dripping onto his chest when she gasps too loud. Then he pins her down: legs spread wide over the armrests, ass up for another round of pounding before that final messy load soaks them both.
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