Sofa. Black stockings. She climbs on backward, rolls her hips slow at first, then picks up speed. His hands clamp down on her waist, fingers digging in. The couch creaks in time with each thrust. She arches back, moaning into the air. Switches to cowgirl, cock buried deep, grinding until her legs barely hold her up. Slow down, then slams back down. The wet sounds fill the room. She collapses forward, breathing heavy, ass still twitching from the pounding.
