Sex Broker - Part 4

She leans forward on all fours, fake tits hanging heavy while that fake-tanned ass spreads wide. He lines up and drives in hard. The thick shaft splits her open, balls deep in one shove. Her mouth drops open but no sound comes out at first. Then she groans and starts pushing back, meeting every thrust. Sweat beads down her spine. His fingers dig into the fake curves of her hips. The whole bed creaks under them. She reaches under to rub herself in time with the pounding. He grunts like he’s about to bust, hips snapping fast, cock shining wet from her juices. She clenches hard and laughs when he moans louder than she does. He slaps her ass, leaves a red print, and keeps pounding until she’s dripping down her thighs.