Squirt with Trinity

He pounds Trinity Post's pussy like he's trying to win a bet. Full-body force, hips slapping, making that cunt take every inch. She tastes herself on his dick when he pulls it out and feeds it to her mouth. That little smirk says she's getting off on the whole thing. He plants his hands, digs his fingers in, and gives her clit the rattle—quick, controlled, no mercy. Trinity's thighs tense, a half-second pause, then it hits her. She squirts hard, hot and sudden, soaking his hand and the sheet underneath. Fuck yeah, that's a good one.