Sunny Loves Matt - Part 2

These two are starved for each other. She’s on his lap, thighs straddling him tight, and he’s already pulled her panties to the side so his cock can slide straight up inside her. No teasing, no waiting—just straight-down, every-inch pounding that makes the couch squeak. Her skirt’s shoved up around her waist, his hands clutching her bare ass and dragging her back and forth, grinding deep each time he bottoms out. Her tits bounce free because the blouse is open and the bra straps are off her shoulders; every thrust jolts them hard enough she swears his fingers leave prints. Sweat slicking between their stomachs, wet slapping of skin on skin filling the room, loud moans cutting off the second their mouths meet and she bites his tongue. She fists his hair, heels dug into the couch cushions, yanking him deeper like she can’t get enough. He growls every time he slams up into her hot, clenching heat, thrusting short and brutal while she bucks back even rougher, riding like nothing else matters until the couch legs scrape the floor and the fabric’s damp beneath them.