Riding Your Cock

Krissy's tight with her bike—she lives for that rush between her thighs, wind whipping through her hair. Tommy wants that same fire turned on him. So he yanks her off the machine, shoves her against the workbench, and buries his tongue in her dripping cunt until she's swearing his name. She doesn't stay passive for long. She climbs on top, grabs the handlebars above his shoulders, and rides his thick cock in reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing, oil-smudged thighs slapping his hips. Every time she bottoms out, her ass cheeks spread wide, her slick lips gripping the shaft. He flips her onto the hood, fucks her missionary with her legs hooked over his forearms so deep his balls slap her asshole, then spins her around and bends her over the seat to pound her from behind until her juices run down her calves. Sweat and grease mix on their skin; the air stinks of sex and gasoline. She's still gripping his cock on the last thrust when he floods her, her greedy pussy milking every rope until it leaks down her legs onto the concrete.