She rode him like she'd waited centuries for it, because she had. Hands braced on his shoulders, nails biting in, hips snapping down hard.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The wet, heavy slap of her thick thighs meeting his filled the room, her cunt dragging tight and dripping along his cock with every rise and fall. Her round, heavy breasts bounced and swayed above him, the soft flesh jiggling with each hard drop, nipples tight and dark. White hair spilled down her spine in a tangled cascade.
The bed slammed the wall with every thrust. He drove up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke, the thick length of him punching deep, and she cried out, nails raking long red lines down his back.
"There," she gasped, voice breaking. "There, there, there—"
She came once without warning, thighs shaking hard around him, her cunt clamping down in tight, fluttering spasms that milked him, wetness flooding hotter around his cock.
