Brunette Jasmin Jae Gets Fucked on Couch

Jasmine Jae struts in with that dark hair sticking to her tits, watching her man sit there like he paid for front-row seats. The tatted guy? Built, cock already at half-mast, grinning like he knows exactly who's running the show tonight. She drops to her knees, wraps her lips around him, no hesitation. Hubby grips the armrest, jaw tight while Jasmine sucks like she's been starving for it. When the stud flips her around and drives in, deep and hard, she shoots a wicked look right at her husband. Every thrust rocks her forward, wet sounds slapping in the air, her moans turning sharp and greedy. He grabs her hair, pounds faster, not caring if the husband watches every inch disappearing. She comes loud, legs shaking, and still he's not done—just keeps fucking her, greedy, balls slapping, until he fills her up and lets it drip while her man stares.