She yields control fast, pinned supine on the gray sheets with legs akimbo, bare feet flexed, sweater bunched over soft belly while his tattooed arm clamps her thigh, cockhead nudging soaked folds apart. Fabric rasps against sweat-damp skin, pearls clack with each grind, her headscarf framing parted lips gasping. He dominates the rhythm, hands prying hips wider for deeper slides. Pussy grips tight, velvet walls squeezing shaft. She arches into it, toes curling on the comforter. Switch to her hovering above, thighs quivering as she sinks down slow, hijab slipping but tits heaving free. Sweat beads trickle between them, bodies slapping sticky.