Please Make Me Lesbian #08 - Remastered

She rode him like she owned the shop. Ankles locked behind his back, ass bouncing while he stayed planted on the stool. His dick drove up into her slick cunt on every downstroke, the wet slap echoing off the nail polish racks. He kept one hand cupping her tit, thumb flicking her hard nipple, the other gripping her hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. Her face stayed buried in his neck, mouth open, breathing hot and sloppy against his skin while she chased every stroke like it was cash owed. Perfume, pussy and fresh fuck filled the little room. She squeezed him with each grind, thighs quivering, hair falling into his mouth, and he just kept giving it to her—deep, thick, relentless—until she whimpered straight into his collarbone and came again with a shiver he felt all the way down his shaft.