She straddles him on the couch, hijab slipping, tits straining against a tight top. He grips her hips, fingers digging in as she bounces. Deep strokes, wet sounds, her spine curves with each thrust. Flipped on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, cock buried to the root. She gasps, nails raking the armrest before he pulls out and coats her tits with thick cum. Stockings soaked, makeup smeared, she collapses against the cushions still twitching.