Cool tiles press against her bare ass as the brunette in white lace pushes back against every thrust. Glasses fog slightly with each gasp, her fingers digging into his shoulders while he grips her hips hard enough to leave marks. From the couch to the patio, the rhythm never falters, her moans mixing with the sound of skin slapping skin. Legs wrapped around his waist, she arches her back when he pulls out just to shove back in deeper, her free hand clutching at the fabric beneath her. Outdoors now, the late afternoon light catches the sheen on her flushed skin as she rides the edge of control.