The couch cushions sink under her weight as she drops to all fours, stockings riding up her thick thighs. He grips her hips, cock glistening with spit before he lines up and shoves in balls-deep. Her spine bows, fingers clawing at the carpet as he pounds relentless. Tits swing with every thrust, nipples hard against the rug. Breath comes in sharp gasps, mascara smudging under her eyes. When he flips her onto her back, legs pinned wide, she wraps them around his waist and pulls him deeper. The wet sound of skin slapping skin fills the room until she clenches around him, thighs trembling, and he unloads with a groan.