Cece Stone He Doesn't Need to Know

Cece's riding him hard, the kind of rhythm that leaves no doubt she's here for herself first and the orgasm second. Her hips roll, perfect control in every stroke, and damn, that pussy grips him like it knows exactly what it wants. His cock slides in deep with each bounce, disappears completely between those lips and comes out wetter, glistening with how soaked she is. Hands on his chest, nails digging in, she grinds down and the wet sound fills the room. His own hands travel up, grab the soft weight of her tits, squeeze, thumb brushing over nipples gone tight from the heat she's riding into. She leans forward, hair falling in his face, mouth open on a breathy curse while her thighs burn with the effort. She doesn't care. Not when every roll of her hips sends sparks straight to his balls and makes her clit throb against him.