White thigh-highs torn at the knee, garter belt still clinging to her hips—she barely gets them off before that dick’s already in her mouth. Sloppy wet sounds fill the room as she gags, spit dripping down her chin while fingers tangle in her hair. No teasing. No buildup. Just hands yanking at fabric until she’s naked from the waist down, ass up against something solid. The couch creaks under deep thrusts, skin slapping loud enough you’d hear it through a wall. Face buried in a pillow when he flips her over again—tits bouncing with every brutal stroke.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch