Trenchcoat hangs open over red lace bra and black garters, fishnets ripping at the thighs as she straddles his head on the black leather couch. Smoke curls from her red lips — she exhales slow, eyes locked down while pinning him deep into her pussy, hips rolling relentless. Hands maul her heavy tits spilling out, nipples hard under lace. You think she can smother him out like this? He tongues wild, she bucks faster, cigarette ash dropping onto his chest. Facesit turns to tit worship, her thighs clamp tighter. Black hat stays tilted, makeup smears with sweat. Pussy soaks his chin. She rides his face to the brink, body quaking, demanding more tongue before the flip.