Just Do Me - Part 1

He’s on his knees by the couch, face buried, tongue working circles on her clit like he’s got something to prove. She’s panting, hips twitching, thighs clamped around his head. Then he stands, grabs her hips, and rams his cock straight into her soaking pussy. The couch creaks. He doesn’t ease up. After a couple dozen deep strokes he yanks out, lines up with her ass, and sinks in there too—tight, hot, no mercy. She’s loud about it. He keeps pounding till he pulls out again, strokes once, twice, and shoots thick ropes across her cheeks, watching it drip down while she’s still shaking.