Happy Ending - Part 1

This stacked Asian girl had her oil-slick tits right up against his skin from the second he climbed on the table. She pressed them down, dragged them across his back like she owned him, nipples already stiff and grazing his spine. When she made him flip, she swung one thigh over so she could climb up and straddle his hips, pouring fresh oil straight into her cleavage. She slid down, dragged her pussy across his cock instead of her hands, letting the slippery head nudge right between her folds without pushing in. He was breathing heavy before she even touched him with her palms. She dipped her shoulders so those heavy tits rubbed his shaft, spit into her hand, then slicked everything up and stroked him with tight, wet pressure. She leaned in and rasped, "Wanna feel my cunt now, big boy?" He nodded like his brain had left the room. She smiled, climbed higher, planted both palms on his chest, lined up, and sank down hard. That tight pussy swallowed him to the balls in one long, filthy slide. She rode him right there on the table, tits bouncing, oils making wet sounds every time their bodies met. She kept her voice low, half curse, half dare, telling him exactly what his cock was doing to her. At the end she hopped off just as he started to unload, grabbed her slick breasts around his throbbing shaft, and let every hot spurt paint them while she jerked him off against her chest, come dripping down between them in thick streaks.