They both began moaning as Jess rode Sasha slowly. Her entire upper body rocked and swayed with the motion, her heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically as she controlled the grinding pace. Sasha responded with a primal energy, her hips rising to meet every thrust, caressing Jess's body as she wrapped her hands around Jess's full breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh and kneading her nipples.
"Yes—oh, yes—make me come, baby," Sasha moaned, her voice catching as she gasped. "Fuck, I'm going to squirt all over your damn couch if you keep that up!"
Jess leaned down, breaking the scissoring friction just slightly to capture Sasha's foot, sucking her toes and arch in a display of total fetishistic devotion.
"You like that, you greedy little slut?" Jess growled, her mouth leaving Sasha's foot. She looked up, the camera capturing the complete transformation in her eyes—pure, unfiltered lust. "I told you I was going to ruin you. I want to feel you soaking my thighs! Tell me you're mine!"
