Stockings Stretched Over a Round Ass on the Sofa

Thighs straining against sheer black stockings, she bends over the sofa arm, ass high, pussy glistening. He grips her hips, cock already slick with her arousal, and drives in deep. No slow tease—just raw, hungry pounding. Her back arches, tits swaying with each thrust, until her breath comes in sharp gasps. When he flips her onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, she’s soaking wet, ready to be fucked into the cushions. The sofa groans beneath them, her nails digging into his back as he fucks her slow at first, then relentless, until her thighs tremble and her lips part in a silent cry. What’s left of her stockings clings to her skin, ruined and perfect.