Sonia’s thighs tremble as she bends over that damn mirror again, ass up like an offering. Big tits swinging, lace panties soaked through in seconds. Cock buried to the hilt while she fights for breath—hands gripping the edge like a lifeline. Then she turns, legs spread wide as he empties her out right there on the vanity top. Cum drips down her crack onto those fucked-up stockings. Final shot? She wipes herself clean with one hand before grinning at the camera: ‘Told you I could handle it.’