She starts slow, tongue down his throat, gagging but not stopping. Hands gripping his head as he chokes on her wetness. When he finally pulls back, breathless and desperate, she pins him to the couch and straddles him without warning. Tits bouncing with every sloppy ride—her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. The leather cracks under their sweat-slicked bodies as she grinds down until the sheets are drenched and he’s spilling inside her before either of them is ready.
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