Kendra James - Super Horny Fun Time

I'm balls-deep in her when the clock hits nine. She's face-down, ass-up, the sheets twisted under her knees like she tried to crawl away but didn't really mean it. I grip her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and slam in, one hand pushing her face into the mattress so the noise stays where it belongs. Every thrust knocks a wet slap out of her, cunt gripping like it never plans to let go. She's babbling half-words, drooling on the pillow, mascara bleeding down her cheeks. I reach under and pinch her clit, roll it between two fingers, and she jerks like I flipped a switch. "Harder," she whines, and I laugh because she asked for this exact trouble. Sweat drips off my chin onto her spine. The bed frame creaks with each shove. I feel her clench once, twice, then she's coming around me, shaking so hard her knees slip. I don't slow down. I ride it out, using the extra slickness to pound deeper, balls slapping against her as the room fills with the sound of skin on skin and her broken moans. When I finally let go it's with a grunt that feels like it's pulled from my gut, pumping her full until it leaks around my cock and runs down her thighs.