Road Queen #14 - Scene 4

She came back to the couch already stripped down, shaved smooth and glistening between her legs. Her tits sit high and full, the real kind you can't fake. He grabs a handful and pulls her into a deep kiss, tongues fighting for space. She tastes like mint and trouble. Her strap-on's already strapped on, thick and black, bobbing as she moves. He drops to his knees and spits on it, strokes it like it's the real thing. When she bends him over the armrest she doesn't ask twice. One slow push and she's in him to the hilt, hips slapping skin. He grunts and pushes back. She fucks him steady, one hand pinning his shoulder, the other working his cock in time with her strokes. Every thrust shoves a moan out of him. She leans in, bites his neck, whispers something filthy right against his ear. Her natural tits bounce with every pump, nipples hard, sweat starting to shine on her chest. He reaches back and spreads himself wider. She laughs, low and dirty, then slams in harder. The couch creaks. Neither of them slows down.