Road Queen #27 - Scene 2

She rode him like she had something to prove. That body she built last November still bounced mean, tits swinging heavy with every drop. He grabbed her hips, trying to hold her steady, but she just grinned and kept rolling those hips like she owned the clock. Her pussy gripped tight—wet, stubborn, squeezing him deeper. The bed frame rattled in time with her, slapping sounds filling the room while she bounced faster, talking filthy the whole way down.