3 (Three) - Part 2

She leans back, legs spread, that vintage red dress hiked up to her waist. Big tits spill out of the top like they were looking for an exit. Blond hair tangled from the first round already. He pushes two fingers inside her, slow at first, then picks up the rhythm like he's trying to win something. She bites her lip, hips rolling to meet each thrust of his hand. The sound gets wetter, louder, filthy in the best way. She grabs his wrist, keeps him right there while her tits bounce with every pump. He grins, cocky, like he already knows he's the one making her this loud. She comes quick, legs shaking, still holding him inside while she catches her breath.