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Alyssa Bounty lounges on the sofa, fingers trailing over bare skin like she has nowhere else to be. Her legs drift open. She cups her breasts, pinches the nipples, then slides a hand between her thighs. Slow circles over her pussy. She’s wet already, and every stroke is an invitation. The door clicks. Lorenzo walks in, eyes locking on her open thighs. He crosses the room without a word. She lifts her hips, guiding his hand down, urging him lower. He sinks a finger into her ass, feels the tight give, and she bites her lip, pushing back for more. Two fingers now, then three, stretching her open while she keeps rubbing her clit. She climbs onto his lap, reaches back, lines his cock up, and sinks down. The first push is thick; the second slides deeper. She rides him slow, taking every inch, breath catching each time she drops. Her pierced nipples brush his chest. She leans in, whispering, “Harder,” and he grips her hips, thrusting up to meet her. The sofa creaks beneath them, the room filled with the wet sound of her ass swallowing him again and again.