She’s bent over the armrest first, ass up in that rainbow thong, legs spread just enough to let him slam into her from behind. No teasing—just raw hunger. Fingers dig into the leather as he wrecks her pussy with deep thrusts. She gasps, muffled by spit-dripping lips when he flips her onto her back mid-thrust. Tits jiggle free of whatever was holding them down—bra? tank top? Doesn’t matter now—they’re bouncing like they’ve been waiting for this all damn day. He pins her wrists above her head while she arches off the couch, nails scraping against his back as he hammers deeper.
10:10
Condom Creampie for a Thick Evangelical on Bed
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