Moans like a freight train — thick thighs clamped around his waist while red nails rake down his chest. Stockings ripped halfway up her thighs from the friction. She slams down every time he thrusts up, mattress groaning under them both. No lube needed when she’s this wet already—just raw heat and sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin. He flips her onto her back mid-thrust, pins those heavy tits together with one hand while the other grips her hip so hard it’ll bruise by morning.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch