Speedway - Part 5

She steps into that tiny dressing room wearing a low-cut black dress, tits pushed up like they’re daring you to stare. The second the curtain shuts she spins around, drops the dress past her shoulders and climbs right into your lap on the little couch, knees on either side of your thighs. Her big brown tits bounce free, hard nipples brushing your mouth as she grinds down on your already stiff cock. She frees it quick—hot, slick folds sliding along the head—then sinks straight down, swallowing every inch in one smooth drop. The couch creaks under her rhythm, hips working in tight circles, tits smacking your face every bounce. One hand grips the back of the couch; the other reaches between you and rubs her own clit while she rides faster, wet sounds echoing off the mirror-lined walls. Your hands sink into that thick ass, squeezing and spreading her, helping her slam down harder. Every time she bottoms out her pussy clenches around you like she’s trying to milk it dry. She leans back, thighs shaking, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded, begging you to hold still and let her use every stroke until she cums loud enough the whole shop hears.