Bedroom Pounding For Blue-Dressed Arab Wife

Man in dark clothes pins the Arab woman down on the white bed, his hands gripping her shoulders through the loose blue dress, while her thighs clamp around his hips during steady pumps. Fabric bunches at her waist, exposing skin that presses slick against his trousers, the old wooden bedframe creaking under their combined weight in the peeling-walled room. She tilts her head back with eyes half-shut, fingers digging into his blurred form, as sweat beads on exposed neck and chest from the building friction. He shifts his grip lower to her waist, driving harder into her core with each deliberate stroke that makes her body jolt against the thin mattress.