Lips parted in a sneer, tattooed arm flexing as she leans back—cock already buried deep. Spine arches off the couch cushions, nails digging into his shoulders. No slow start: he hammers her from behind, jeans riding up to expose that thick ass cheek glistening under the light. She moans through clenched teeth when he grabs her hair and yanks—face pressed against the fabric, spit dripping onto his shoulder blades. Front row now. Knee-deep between those leather-strapped thighs, buckle jingling with every thrust. Her free hand grips his belt loops like an anchor while her other arm wraps around his neck—gagging just enough to keep him silent.
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