Tan line from the red strap biting into her ass, crease glistening with spit. She’s bent over the couch like she owns it—back arching every time his hips wreck forward. Ass up, face down, thighs slick with drool and something darker. Switches to hands-and-knees before flipping onto her back, heels pressing into his lower back like she’s riding him now—not fucked by him. Cock buried deep in a messy throat-fuck that ends with mascara smeared across wet cheeks. Sheets soaked where her head was pinned down too long.} *
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch