Rachael Cavalli looks like she just stepped off a yacht—blonde hair pulled back, light pink blouse half-unbuttoned, black lace thong barely holding it together. She doesn’t ask twice; grabs his cock mid-sentence and pulls him down onto the couch before straddling him with practiced ease. Tits bouncing as she rides, nails digging into his shoulders—no hesitation, no mercy (but plenty of cum). When he tries to flip her over, she laughs and pins him back down by the throat while grinding harder. Cum splatters across those saggy but perfect tits by the end.