Stockings and Sighs in the VIP Lounge

Ripped stockings snagged at the knees, she peels them off one slow inch at a time while biting her lip. Leather seats squeak under her weight as she straddles him, skirt riding up to show the curve of her ass. Cock slides in without warning, deep and sudden, her spine bows as she gasps. Hands clamp down on his shoulders, nails digging in, thighs parting wider with each thrust. The VIP lounge lights flicker overhead, catching the sweat on her forehead as she rides raw, tits bouncing free from her unbuttoned blouse. Jaw drops, eyes roll back — she’s not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt and her thighs are shaking.