Katalina Mills doesn’t just take it—she demands it. That thick cock buried deep inside her while she leans back, hair flying free from the ponytail, nails digging into his thighs. Rough hands yank her hips forward mid-thrust; no finesse, just raw power. Flips him onto his stomach on the couch cushions and straddles his face for a face-fuck so messy he can’t see past the cum dripping off her chin. Wrinkled skin glistening with sweat and desire by the end.