The patio furniture starts groaning the second she straddles him. Thick thighs clamp around his waist as she bounces, tits swinging with every slam. Dark hair whips side to side, mascara streaking while she rides him into the cushions. Flipped on her back, knees pinned wide, cock buried balls-deep—she gasps with each thrust before he pulls out and jerks himself onto her face. Thick ropes of cum coat her lips, chin, and chest while she swallows what she can and licks the rest off her fingers. Who knew patio furniture could take that kind of punishment?