Thick thighs grip his waist as she sinks down slow at first, then rides faster. Heavy tits swing loose with each bounce, nipples hard against the lace. Hands clamp down on his chest as she takes every inch, belly tightening with each deep stroke. Her breath comes fast, mascara smudging as she arches back and pushes him deeper. Kell Fire’s big ass slaps against his thighs while he grips her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. The couch creaks under their weight, springs groaning with every thrust until she collapses forward, panting, still not done.