She straddled him, stroking her slick p***y over his c**k in a slow glide.
“f**k!” he groaned.
He grabbed her t**s and fondled her, tweaking her n*****s with his calloused thumbs. She curved into his touch, moving her body forward.
“Oh, yes. Do that. I like when you tug on my n*****s,” she moaned, need burning tight in her chest.
He did it again. “Sweetheart, you need to let me in you or I will embarrass myself if you keep sliding yourself on my dick.”
She lifted her hips and grabbed his slick c**k with one hand to place it at the entrance of her s*x. He pulsed in her hand, hard and hot. She met his gaze, a world of communication happened without either saying a word. Then, she pressed down. For every inch she slid down, her lungs burned hotter. She dug her nails into the mat of hair
