She was crying.
Not the delicate, pretty tears of a woman performing sadness — the ugly, raw, snotty, body-wracking sobs of a woman whose grief had been cracked open like a ribcage on a battlefield. Her face was pressed against the wet tile, her cheek flattened, her mouth open, drool and tears mixing in a warm pool beneath her jaw. Her heavy tits were mashed against the floor, the stiff nipples scraping the grout lines, the dark areolas visible through the soaked, transparent blouse.
He was lying over her.
His full weight pressing her into the tile — his chest against her broad back, his hips against her thick ass, his cock buried in her anal. The position made her cheeks compress between their bodies, the dense, mature flesh of her ass flattening and churning like dough under a rolling pin with each thrust.
PAH PAH!
"NGH~!! HAAHH~!!"
