Ramon Salazar

There's a groan and his hands find the back of her thighs, sliding up under that makeshift dress and kneading her ass in his hands, tight and hungry. Just as in thirty years time, it doesn't take him long to realise just how light she is - with her leg hooked around him like that, it takes no effort at all to lift her an inch or two and walk back until her backside rests against the edge of the table.