One last fuck before I cut her loose

The hot chick was riding him hard, sweat slick on her thighs, pussy dripping as he slammed into her from behind—doggystyle, no mercy. She screamed his name, begging for more before he pulled out, smirked, and said, 'This was the last good palo.' She didn’t need to ask why—he’d already booked the flight. She’d be gone by dawn, but her pussy would remember every inch of his vergota.