Pink-stockinged legs straddle hay bales, fingers digging into straw. He pins her hips, cock already slick from earlier teasing—no time for slow. First thrust wrecks her balance; second sends a gush across his balls. She gasps, nails clawing dirt as he slams deeper, each pump dragging a fresh wave of wetness down his shaft. Ass up now—face buried in the mess of hay and drool—he grabs those thick thighs and pounds until her moans turn to choked screams. Stockings tear further with every rough grind; by the end, they’re both drenched, breathless, and still not done.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch