The shrill sound of Ophelia's pantyhose ripping echoed through Ethan's office, the tear running from her pussy all the way up to the top of her ass, the fabric splitting wide open to expose large patches of pale, sweaty skin beneath.
Even torn, the stretchy material clung stubbornly to the covered half of her ass, biting deep into the plush flesh, sinking into the pillowy give of her twin cheeks and creating obscene groves on her skin.
The very moment her pantyhose gave way, Ethan's cock sank into her pussy, too tight and too perfect for a woman who had already given birth.
Her walls swallowed every inch of him, clenching hot and wet around his shaft as the soft cushion of her ass crashed down against his thighs with a muffled clap.
The thick flesh of her cheeks rippled from the impact, the dense weight of them quivering against his skin before slowly settling into a lazy, obscene wobble.
