As the clock strikes midnight, Sara Sky and Sancho can't keep their hands off each other. She guides him to the bed, pushing him down and climbing on top, her pantyhosed legs straddling him. He throbs beneath her, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly to grind against his hardness. She leans back, her hair cascading down, as she rides him, her moans growing louder, her body tensing as they approach their mutual climax. He pulls out, his hot seed spilling onto her chest, a new year's greeting that leaves them both breathless and spent.