...until she realizes the angle isn’t right. Rolls off him mid-thrust, straddles his face with a smirk—pussy already glistening from that first rough take. Thick thighs clamp around his ears while he chokes on it, fingers digging into her hips like this wasn’t part of the plan. Then she flops backward onto the couch cushions, tits jiggling with each bounce of his cock inside her—‘Fuck yeah,’ she breathes when he hits that spot where every thrust makes her toes curl. One hand reaches up between them to guide him deeper; gold chain glints as she arches against it...
