Tatami Pounding For Oblivious Sleeping Wife

Purple sleeveless top bunched above her full bare tits, pink skirt shoved aside exposing dark pubic hair and slick folds, no panties in the way as he parts her thighs on the woven tatami mat. Cockhead nudges in first, skin stretching taut around the girth, then sinks steady into warm yielding depths — her limp body jolts softly with each pump, fabric rasping against sweat-damp skin, nipples hardening in the cool air. Fingers dig into soft hips for leverage. She blinks awake mid-thrust, eyes widening at the intrusion, but hips buck up instinctive.