Couch Strap-On Pounding for Brunette MILF

She calls the shots at first, kneeling to unzip him, lips wrapping around that cock like it's last call. Dark hair cascades as her mouth works it slick, tongue swirling the tip before she pulls back smirking. Cut to the couch — gold chains dangling over bare tits, she's flat on her back now, one leg hooked high while he drives in missionary style, her hips bucking up to meet him. Pussy stretched wide, juices gleaming. He grips her thigh, pounding steady, her nails digging into his arm. Face twisted in that familiar mix of ache and hunger. Flips her over quick — ass up on the cushions, back arched as he rails from behind. Tits mashed against the fabric. She gasps sharp, pushes back hard.