Brad’s cock disappears between Christie’s shaved pussy lips in one brutal thrust before she even sits down. Thick thighs clamp around his waist, nails digging into his back as she rides him like a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Then—flip—she’s on all fours, ass high in the air, taking every inch like it owes her money. Tits bounce free from some half-unbuttoned top while he grabs handfuls of saggy skin and pounds. The couch creaks under them both. When he finally spills inside her, she lets out a wet gasp and collapses forward—just enough time for him to turn her over again before the next round starts.