Angel Rivas Super Pussy Makes Porno Dan Cum Twice Back-to-Back

Angel shoved her tits against Porno Dan's chest. Hard. She watched his eyes drop straight to her cleavage and smiled without showing teeth. "Look at me," she said, voice low, and his gaze climbed back up like it was on a leash. A second later his hands were on her, clumsy and hungry. She let him push her onto the couch and climbed on before he could finish thinking. No foreplay, no patience—just skin and sweat and the wet sound of her taking him in one hard thrust. Dan grabbed at her ass, fingers sinking deep, trying to set the rhythm but Angel rode him faster, making the couch legs scrape across the floor. Her tits bounced heavy between them, slapping his face every time she dropped down, and he pulled them closer so he could bite. She hissed, twisted his nipples back until his hips jerked up and punched the air out of her lungs. Neither of them slowed. Sweat ran down her spine, pooled at the small of her back, rolled over Dan's stomach while the room filled with the slap of bodies. They switched positions without speaking—Angel on her back now, legs spread wide, Dan kneeling between them, pounding until the headboard started knocking the wall. She reached down, fingers slick, rubbing fast circles between her legs and came so hard her vision went white. Dan didn't stop. He kept driving until her second orgasm rolled right into the first and she was clawing his shoulders, moaning curses in Spanish. When he finally pulled out it was only so he could flip her over, drag her to the edge of the bed, and bury himself again, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other gripping her hair like a handle. By the time they finished, the sheets were wrecked and Angel's thighs were trembling so bad she had to hold onto the headboard just to stand.