Blonde with years of know-how but endless appetite sinks onto cock right there on the lime-green couch, denim shoved down, tits bouncing free from her top. Starts slow, her hips circling deliberate, fabric scraping skin, then pace ramps — pounding turns urgent, legs hooked over his shoulders. Close-up on pussy gripping shaft, veins pulsing, her nails digging into cushions. Face contorts mid-moan, neck craned back against window light — switches to her grinding down hard. Bare skin slaps denim. Rhythm breaks into shudders.
