She commands the pace at first, fingers slick and firm around his rigid shaft, teasing the tip until veins pulse under her grip. Can a hungry cougar hold back when that cock throbs against her palm? Clothes shed fast. He flips control, pinning her down amid scattered pillows and bookshelves — pussy stretched wide as he pounds relentlessly. Tits bounce with each slam. Bent over gray sofa, ass high, she gasps into the fabric. Riding reverse next, her brunette locks whipping, building to that raw edge where sweat mixes with moans and bodies lock in desperate rhythm.