Milf Abbey whored out

Abbey just bounced on that bald guy’s cock like she owned it. She was soaking wet and loud as hell every time he slammed up into her. "Fuck yeah, right there," she moaned, grinding down hard, taking every thick inch. Her tits jiggled with each thrust and she didn’t bother holding them—she wanted him to watch. The rough bastard grinned, grabbed her hips, and pounded up like he was trying to split her open. "Deeper, god damn it," she begged, voice cracking. He answered by flipping her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide, and driving in so hard the headboard banged the wall. She clawed at his shoulders, eyes rolled back, dripping down his balls. Every filthy word tumbled out—how big he felt, how rough she wanted it, how nobody else made her pussy clench this hard. He just kept fucking her like he knew exactly what she needed, and she kept moaning like she never wanted him to stop.