Black stockings. Sheer lace panties tugged aside. Blonde hair tousled, belly round and heavy. Floor first. Legs hooked over his shoulders, cock driving deep into warm folds. Skin sticks with sweat. Hands squeeze pale thighs, fabric rasps against bare ass. Mirror view. He buries face in her crotch, tongue lapping greedy. She grips his head. Couch shift. Balls cupped firm, then she mounts, nylons straining. Pounding rhythm. Soft flesh jiggles under grip. Mouth action seals it — lips stretched around shaft.