Another Woman's Eyes - Part 3

Mercedes has this ass you can't look away from—big, soft, upturned, the kind that makes your palms itch just thinking about slapping it. She's bent over, legs spread, bracing against whatever solid thing is nearest while the guy lines up and slides in hard from behind. He grips her hips, sinks in balls-deep on the first thrust. She moans loud, sounding like she's been waiting all fucking week for it. Every time he drives forward, her cheeks shake, round tits swinging under her, sweat glossing her back. He picks up speed, slapping into her so the wet smack echoes, and Mercedes talks filthy the whole time—egg him on, taunt him, toss a cheeky smile over her shoulder when he asks her whose pussy it is tonight. They're shameless, loud, cocksure, playing the game dirty and having a hell of a time.