Dava Foxx - Super Horny Fun Time

Saw her spread eagle on the hotel bed tonight and my cock twitched the second I walked in. Golden-hour light sliced across her tits, the rest of the room nothing but shadow. I flipped my cap over my neck and just looked for a beat. We just looked back. Teeth. Smirks. Next thing the air mattress squeaked under us and she laid back, pussy facing me like an offering at a horny shrine. I crouched between her thighs, breathing the warm musk while she hooked one ankle over my shoulder. Climbed me pretty quick. She swung that leg up around my waist, locked the heel tight against my ass, and pulled me right against her. Heat on heat. I felt her throb. Had her tits in my hands, skin soft as cash, nipples sharp against my palms. Kept a knee between her hips, pushed it right where her clit sits, rocked slow so the press dragged, listening to that sharp inhale I loved. Fucked toward that tense giving tug, and she tilted, tested angles, working quick to grind back until her slick slid over my knee in long, deliberate drags. I matched the count, rolled even, crowded her slick folds against that steady pressure until breath caught between quick hiccup-laughs. When the beat broke she wailed half-real, half-for-show, and I sunk faster, pulse pumping between her thighs till my own muscles surged raw and ringing with blood.