Stocking-Clad Boss Wife Rides Hard On The Couch

Stockings torn halfway down her thick thighs, the boss wife straddles him with a smirk, skirt hiked up around her waist. Her hips roll slow at first, teasing every inch in before she slams down hard, tits bouncing loose against her blouse. Fingers dig into his chest as she sets a punishing pace, her ass slapping against his thighs with wet, rhythmic sounds. He grips her hips, trying to slow her down, but she bats his hands away and rides him raw, moaning loud enough to shake the walls. By the time she flips onto her back, legs pinned wide, the couch is soaked and neither of them can speak.