Teagan James, blonde and stacked, gets spread across the couch while Small Hands drives into her from above. The ink on his arms flexes every time he slams deep, and she takes every inch with a filthy grin. His hand finds her throat, squeezes just enough to make her eyes roll back, and she lets out a long, hungry moan. He keeps the pace dirty and hard, hitting that spot that makes her thighs shake and drip down onto the cushions. She grips the back of the couch, nails digging in, pushing back against him until they're both breathing heavy and lost in it. Every stroke is cocky, deliberate, right where she wants it.
Teagan James, blonde and stacked, gets spread across the couch while Small Hands drives into her from above. The ink on his arms flexes every time he slams deep, and she takes every inch with a filthy grin. His hand finds her throat, squeezes just enough to make her eyes roll back, and she lets out a long, hungry moan. He keeps the pace dirty and hard, hitting that spot that makes her thighs shake and drip down onto the cushions. She grips the back of the couch, nails digging in, pushing back against him until they're both breathing heavy and lost in it. Every stroke is cocky, deliberate, right where she wants it.