About this scene
Garage lights flicker as she drops to her knees, silver-streaked blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Hands wrap around his shaft, tongue swirling over the tip before she takes him deep—gagging, throat fluttering, spit dripping down her chin. Switching to the couch, she straddles him, tits bouncing as she rides his cock with greedy rolls of her hips. Fingers dig into his chest while he thrusts up, each pump driving her body forward, her ass slapping against his thighs. His grip tightens on her waist as he flips her onto her back, legs pinned high, cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. The garage hums with the sound of skin slapping, her moans muffled against his shoulder as he fills her to the hilt—then pulls out just to shove back in.