Bedroom lamp casts warm shadows over her smooth olive skin and long black hair spilling across the pillow as she lies prone, dress hiked up, heavy tits bare and quivering under firm hands kneading the soft flesh. Lips part in a gasp, fabric whispers against thighs while he mounts from above, cock sliding between those mounds slick with spit, her tongue flicking out amid the rhythmic slap of skin. Switches to her on her back, legs splayed, pussy gripped tight as he pounds relentless — sweat beads on her flat belly, sheets twisting under nails digging in. Hunger defies her slim frame; she takes every stroke like its her last.