Vicki Chase Goes On A Date And Gets Pounded

Karl hauls Vicky Chase back to his pad on that thundering bike, barely kills the engine before he’s got her shirt up and her tits spilling out. He drags her inside, yanks those panties aside, and starts drilling her like it’s his last job on earth. Her ass claps, the bed slams the wall, and Karl’s cock keeps hammering right where it counts. Sweat’s flying, she’s moaning loud enough for the neighbors, and he’s grinning, smashing deeper, turning sweet Vicky Chase into a dripping, leg-shaking mess.