Hairy Chested Man Fucks Me in Turquoise Lace on Floor

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her turquoise lace is slipping, and her dark hair is tangled on the carpet. She's smiling, laughing, as he moves inside her. Her pierced clit glistens, her medium breasts jiggle with each thrust.

He's holding a phone in one hand, but his other hand is gripping her hip. His hairy chest and arms are tensed, his watch glinting on his wrist. She looks away, then back at you, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. The camera zooms in close, showing the slick friction between them. He's not moving much, just slow, deep strokes that make her gasp.

You can see the sweat beading on her skin, the flush rising on her cheeks. Her breathing gets faster, her hips start to buck. He's still going slow, but you can feel your own pulse racing. Your hand is moving of its own accord, stroking to the rhythm of their bodies. You're getting harder, wetter, feeling the edge creeping up. And just when you think it's all going to come apart...