Sofa Riders

They start on the sofa, Athina straddling Csoky, black hair loose over her bare shoulders, both already moving like they need to fuck fast. He grips her hips and she sinks down, taking every inch without pause. The motion changes quickly—harder now, her ass slapping against him while her tits bounce in rhythm. She leans forward for balance and he reads the signal, sliding wet fingers between her cheeks. When he presses inside her ass she shudders but keeps pushing back, riding the stretch until both holes feel full and hot. Csoky switches between them without warning, sliding from her pussy to her ass, then back, each thrust stronger than the last. She cums the first time in silence, jaw slack, then again with a broken cry that melts into moans. He keeps going, gripping her tight, using every part of her until her voice gives out. When he pulls free and paints her face, thick stripes land across her lips and cheek. She stays there, chest heaving, still straddling him, lips parted and glistening.