Pink lace stockings shredding under her nails as she straddles him on a torn blanket. Ass slams down, thighs slick with sweat and something wetter—no time to check which. He grabs her hips, digs in deep, and the only sound is wet flesh smacking against flesh. She leans back, tits jiggling free from whatever flimsy top she started with, now just a mess of straps and drool. Cock buried to the hilt, legs shaking—she can’t hold it together much longer but neither can he. One last grind sends him over; hot ropes splatter across her chest while she gasps through a ruined lipstick smile.
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