Dee Williams - Super Horny Fun Time

Mike leans back on the couch, hands tight around Layla’s hips, cock hard and pounding up into her. She’s riding him slow and filthy, just the way he likes it. Her body bounces with every thrust, tits swaying, nipples peaked and slick from his mouth. The room’s hot. Sweat glistens on her back. Every slam of her ass down on his lap knocks the breath out of him, and he still wants more. She leans forward, hands braced on his chest, grinding harder. Her clit drags against him with each roll of her hips. Mike smirks up at her. She bites her lip, but he can see how cocky she’s feeling too—pussy gripping him tight, owning every inch. He slides a hand between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing circles that make her thighs shake. "Yeah, keep going," he says. "Show me how bad you want it." He picks up the pace, thrusting up harder until she’s gasping his name, voice breaking every time he bottoms out. The slap of skin on skin echoes off the walls. Layla digs her nails into his chest, and he loves it—little red lines blooming on his skin. Their bodies lock together, all heat and motion. He holds her there, makes her take every thrust to the root, and watches her fall apart.