Hump me on hump day

Wednesday has never looked this good. She's positioned on all fours, that perfect ass arched upward like an offering, the curve of her lower back dipping just enough to make your hands twitch.

You'd grip those hips and pull her back into you, slow at first — feeling every inch of resistance melt away as she rocks forward then pushes back, greedy and deliberate.

Mid-week tension has a cure, and it looks exactly like this. That round, full ass meeting your hips with a satisfying slap, her breath catching each time you bottom out.