Lips locked on slick folds, tongue plunging deep while she gasps and claws the wicker chair, wet slurps mixing with her sharp cries under the sun. Heels kick high as he flips her, cock slamming home — skin slapping rhythm builds frantic, her back arching with every pump, heavy breaths turning to screams. Pinned against cushions, pussy gripped tight around him, relentless rhythm shakes the frame until she shudders hard.