Cum splatters thick across her stomach first—warm, sticky, already dripping down. She moans through it, eyes half-lidded like she’s been here before (because she has). That same mouth just swallowed him whole seconds ago: throat bulging, tears streaking mascara as he held her head down. Now she’s spread wide on the bed, legs hooked over his shoulders while he fucks that pussy hard enough to make the mattress bounce. No finesse left—just raw hunger from years of practice. Her tits jiggle loose with every thrust; stretch marks glisten under the sweat. By the time he pulls out to shoot again? Half of it lands right where his cock was buried.