About this scene
Pink lace panties barely covering her ass, the blonde kneels between his spread thighs and peels off her gloves before wrapping her fingers around his thick cock. Silver hair spills over his shoulders as he leans back, eyes locked on her hands working him with slow, deliberate strokes. A framed landscape painting hangs crooked behind them, ignored as her grip tightens and his breathing grows uneven. Gloved fingers trace the underside before she cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently while he grips the couch cushion hard enough to whiten his knuckles. The couch cushions sink under their weight, creaking with every shift of her hips as she straddles his lap mid-stroke, pressing her tits against his chest while her mouth finds his ear to whisper something filthy.