She owns the rhythm first. Squats low on that chair, fishnets taut, mouth engulfing cock down to the base. Gagging pulls back. He flips control. Pins her against the gilded mirror, hands vise her hips. Cock spears her ass, cheeks rippling with each slam. Pale flesh quivers. Bent double later, knees locked, taking it raw from behind. Tits sway free. Room echoes her sharp gasps. Stockings ladder from the strain. Unrelenting drive builds to shuddering finish.