She controls this. Purple lace stretched tight over heavy tits, fingers tangled in his hair as she gags him dry. No warning—just a sudden gagging gasp, spit dripping down her chin. He tries to pull back but she locks him in, riding that edge of pain until his hips jerk uncontrollably. The couch springs groan under her weight when she flips him onto his back, straddling his face with no mercy. Her thighs clamp around his head while he gags on wetness—dripping pussy smothering his mouth. Then the switch: he yanks her up by the waist and slams into her from behind, fists gripping those purple straps as they tear at the seams.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch