Hot Bodies Vol. 7

Kendra starts by dangling those heavy tits in front of Vince like she’s daring him not to grab hold. He doesn’t hesitate—squeezes, slaps, sucks until she’s giggling and wet. Then he flips her over and drives straight in, burying every inch so fast her knees skid across the bed. She moans, loud, half-laughing, every thrust making that soft flesh bounce. Vince keeps a tight grip on her waist, pounding so the headboard knocks like it’s knocking back. She bucks, meets him stroke for stroke, and when he slaps her ass she answers with a dirty little cheer. Sweat and giggles fill the room, and neither one’s slowing down until the sheets are wrecked and they’re both spent.