The couch groans under their weight as his hips snap forward, cock buried to the root. Her spine curves with each pump, fingers clawing at the fabric until it’s soaked in sweat. Switches to missionary, his weight pressing her tits flat against his chest — thighs trembling as he pistons between her legs. Flipped again, ass pried open, cock slamming home before he pulls out and jerks himself across her flushed face. Cream drips from her chin, lips parted, eyes locked on the mess he’s made.