She starts slow—tossing that floppy pink hat aside like it’s nothing. Fingers dig into his shoulders as he pins her down, tits bouncing against his chest. Then he moves. Ass off the couch, back arched—cock buries itself deep before she can even gasp. Red dress rides up fast. Hands grip her hips and hammers—no finesse, no mercy just raw fucking power. She gags on a moan when he pulls out halfway just to slam back in harder. Mascara streaks down her cheeks by frame three. Legs lock around him tighter; thighs slick with sweat and cum leaking out of her already drenched slit. The couch creaks under their weight but neither cares—they’re too far gone for comfort now.
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