Red shirt clings tight as he yanks her onto the couch, stockings already halfway down her thighs. No time for foreplay—just hands gripping hair, forcing that fat cock past lips before she’s even fully naked. The first gagging sounds fill the air like a challenge. Her tits bounce free when he flips her over his knee, ass up and legs spread wide across the cushions. Slaps land hard against bare skin while fingers dig into plump flesh, pulling until she whimpers but doesn’t fight back—not this time. She knows better than to resist when he’s in this mood. Knees sink into the couch as he lines up behind her, no lube needed yet—the wetness is already there from earlier struggles.