Catherine Knight stands before the mirror in a black lace set that barely contains her heavy breasts. Her nipples press against the sheer fabric. She turns, checks the angle, and Lorenzo Viota steps in behind her, already hard. He slides the thong aside, spreads her with two fingers, and sinks them deep into her wet cunt. She moans, pushes back, then reaches for the lube. He takes the hint, works one slick finger into her ass while his other hand keeps stroking her clit. Catherine spreads her legs wider, gives him room, and he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding slow and steady into her tight hole. She breathes hard, grips the edge of the vanity, and takes every inch until his hips press flush against her ass. They fuck like that, deep and steady, his fingers still circling her clit, her tits swaying with each thrust until she comes shaking around him.
Catherine Knight stands before the mirror in a black lace set that barely contains her heavy breasts. Her nipples press against the sheer fabric. She turns, checks the angle, and Lorenzo Viota steps in behind her, already hard. He slides the thong aside, spreads her with two fingers, and sinks them deep into her wet cunt. She moans, pushes back, then reaches for the lube. He takes the hint, works one slick finger into her ass while his other hand keeps stroking her clit. Catherine spreads her legs wider, gives him room, and he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding slow and steady into her tight hole. She breathes hard, grips the edge of the vanity, and takes every inch until his hips press flush against her ass. They fuck like that, deep and steady, his fingers still circling her clit, her tits swaying with each thrust until she comes shaking around him.
