Her brunette hair clings to her warm, flushed skin as she grinds down slowly, savoring every inch beneath her. She’s already dripping, wetness glistening along her thighs as she moves with a needy rhythm she can’t hold back. Each rise makes her body tremble, each drop pushes a deeper, breathy moan from her lips. Her hands brace against his chest for balance, but her hips have a mind of their own—rolling, bouncing, taking him harder with every thrust. Her wetness only grows as she loses herself in the motion, riding him with a desperate, irresistible hunger that won’t stop.
