Naked from the waist up, no shirt, pants shoved down just enough. Fingers locked in a steady grip—pumping that rigid cock slow at first. Leans back against the wall, free arm braced, breath quickens into low grunts. Tempo picks up, fist blurring, veins popping along the length. Head flares purple. Sudden spasm—ropes of cum shoot across his gut, pooling hot in the navel. Chest heaves after, hand milking out the last drops while eyes half-shut in that post-release haze.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch