Her floral dress ripped open at the waist, red lace panties already discarded on the floor. Bent over that damn toilet like it’s some kind of altar, ass up in the air while he stands behind her—cock dripping onto her thighs before he even pushes inside. She moans loud enough to wake the neighbors but doesn’t stop him when his hands grip those thick hips and yank her back. No foreplay needed here; she knew what this was about from the moment she saw him standing there with that hungry look. Flips her around mid-fuck so fast you miss it if you blink—now she’s straddling his waist on top of that porcelain throne, tits bouncing as he grabs them like they’re all that matters.
