Couch becomes a fucking jungle gym. She climbs on top in that hijab, green fabric clinging to her tits as she sinks down on his cock with a wet gasp. No panties, no mercy — just her thighs shaking, nails digging into his chest. Every thrust makes the cushions squeak, every slap of skin echoes off the walls. He flips her, pins her legs back, and now her ass is taking every inch like it’s begging for it. Watch her pussy lips stretch around his shaft, glistening with their mixed mess. Then she’s back on top, riding raw, her hijab half off, tits bouncing in his face.