She’s in charge. Sits on his lap first thing, pearls jingling as she grinds down hard. Thick thighs clamp around his waist while her fingers dig into the couch cushion—no finesse, just raw need. He lets her set the pace at first: slow rolls that stretch out every second before he pins her wrists and starts pounding. Her back arches off the couch; tits bounce free of her dress like they’re begging for attention. Spit drips from her lips when he shoves deep—gulping sounds fill the room between gasps.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch