His cock throbbed inside her as she rode him hard, tits bouncing against his chest with every slam. His hands clutched at her hips, but she kept the rhythm, wet and messy, grinding down until his eyes rolled back. Cheryl leaned forward, pressing her chest into him, letting him feel every curve, every pulse of her pussy gripping him.

“You did exactly what I wanted,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.

“And now you’re going to do more.”

“Anything,” he gasped, jaw tight. ...