Deep Inside Jessica's Box

Jessica swung by today and damn does she ever love to fuck—girl gets off on the whole ride. The second she peeled her robe back she stood there in this tiny lace set that barely covered anything, and the bush underneath it looked damn near ready to pounce. Her tits were spilling over the cups like they had someplace better to be. I got hard just watching her breathe. Didn’t take long before my cock was sliding past those glossy lips, her tongue working the underside like she wanted to taste bone. When I bent her over the couch she arched back so the thong could slide aside, and I drove straight into that warm, tight grip. She bucked back with every thrust, greedy as hell, milking every inch. Finished deep, right where she wanted it—filled her right up and watched the mess drip down her thighs like a well-deserved win.