Tank top clinging to sweaty skin. Purple fabric ripped halfway off her shoulders by the time she starts grinding. Legs wrapped tight around his waist, thighs soaked from where they’re rubbing together. He flips her onto her back mid-thrust—cushions squelch under their weight—and hammers into that wet pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Her mouth hangs open, spit dripping down her chin as he pins one wrist above her head and fucks deeper than ever before.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch