This one was hungry. Didn’t even flinch when that pole popped out—just arched her back and took it like she’d been waiting years. Big tits bouncing off the orange fabric, nails digging into the wood slats of the hammock as she rides him slow at first, then faster—slap slap—like she can’t decide if she wants to be fucked or eaten alive. Caught mid-thrust with her head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream while some poor bastard peeks through the driftwood fence line. Doesn’t care who sees—just grabs his ass and pulls him deeper every time he bottoms out. When he finally spills inside her? She moans louder than any warning could’ve stopped this.
