He starts on his knees, tattoos flexing as he slams into her ass. Her face is inches from the couch cushion, breath ragged. Then she turns it up—straddles him raw, grinding down hard enough to make his grip slip. No lube needed when she’s this wet. Tits bounce like they’re made of jelly. He pins her legs open wider than a door hinge and hammers in so deep she gasps around spit. Flips her fast—cock still inside—and pounds until cum shoots out in thick ropes across her chest, dripping off onto the sheets below.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch