He dives in first, pinning her against the pool edge, tongue working her pussy until she's gasping and legs buckle. Who needs a dick when her fingers stroke his shaft, pulling thick ropes of spit from her mouth? Cut to the couch—bodies twist, her on top now, hips rolling in relentless rhythm as they scissor hard, thighs locked, slick folds grinding with building speed. Blonde locks tangled, nails digging into skin. Pace quickens, transitions fluid from lounge to cushions, breaths ragged—can she make him blow without penetration? Tits mash together, rhythm turns frantic.
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House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch
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