Stockings And Sway On A Lounge Barstool

Barstool creaks under her weight as the dark-haired woman in sheer stockings straddles it backward, dress hiked up around her hips. Slow hip rolls start, then her pace picks up—thighs trembling, stockings straining at the seams. Fingers dig into the stool’s edge while she arches back, tits pressing against the fabric. Cock slides in deep as she rides him reverse cowgirl, the bar’s low light flickering off her sweat-slick skin. Breathless gasps mix with the stool’s rhythmic squeak—she’s not stopping until the upholstery is soaked.