Black lace thong shredded mid-thrust. Blonde hair matted to a sweaty forehead as fingers dig into her hips. Cock hammers in from behind—no lube, no warning—just wet slaps of skin against skin. She chokes on a scream when he flips her onto the desk, thighs spread wide. Uniform belt buckle clanks against wood as he pins her wrists above her head. Ass up, face down—he’s not stopping until every inch is wrecked.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch