Her Tits Drives Me Crazy

Pink crop top. White shorts. A sofa, and him already standing over me.<br>My mouth goes on him first, still sitting, one hand around the base, sucking slow and sloppy and looking up. A hand in my hair pushes me deeper and I gag, splutter, keep going anyway.<br>Back on the sofa cushions with my legs shoved up and wide open, his cock driving in at that angle. Shorts dragged aside, tits bouncing loose, knees by my ears, squealing into my own shoulder.<br>He turns me over after that. Bent across the sofa arm, hip in his grip, fist in my hair dragging my head back, and every slam shoves me into the cushions until my cheek is raw.<br>Flat on my back again, legs spread so wide my thighs burn, drilled until I am shaking and clawing at the fabric.<br>Sitting back, he pulls me onto his lap. I ride, bouncing, tits in his face, working him hard, my hands braced on his chest.<br>Off the sofa entirely. He lifts me, arms round his neck, legs wrapped round his waist, and fucks me in mid air. Feet dang

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