Stocking-clad Brunette Bends Over And Spreads Wide

Silver-streaked hair pulled into a messy bun, the dark-haired woman peels off her tank top and stands in black stockings, her back arching as she bends over the edge of a table. Thighs parting slow and deliberate, she grips the surface and pushes her ass back, taking the full length of him with a sharp gasp. Fingers dig into the wood as he pounds from behind, her spine curving with each deep stroke until the room blurs into motion. The only sound is skin slapping skin and her ragged breaths, nothing else needed when she’s this far gone.