Bruce And Morgan – Fucking The Flu Away

Morgan’s lying on the couch in a snug tank top, legs spread, while Bruce crouches between her legs, fingers working her pussy open. She’s slim, brunette, early 30s, got a small tattoo on her abs — you see it when she lifts her shirt. He’s short, built, with a dry sense of humor in his eyes, not saying much, just getting hands-on. They start with prolonged foreplay: he teases, rubs, then digs two fingers deep, stretching her out. Her clit glistens and he hits it just right — she arches, gasping, then lets loose with a visible squirting orgasm, messy and real, all caught wide on the couch with that yellow pillow soaked under her. No penetration in this one, just focused manual play and close-ups of her face melting. Camera stays tight during the cumshot — he jerks over her stomach, thick ropes land across her skin while she watches, relaxed, satisfied. The whole thing feels low-key, lived-in, not flashy but effective.