Andi San Dimas came through the bedroom door like trouble in boots, kicked them off, and climbed on like the bed owed her money. She straddled me, got my jeans open one-handed, and wrapped her fingers around the shaft the moment it sprang free. Warm hand, firm stroke. She gave the head a single lick, then leaned in so close I could feel every word against the tip. "You like that, don't you?" I nodded like my life depended on it. Next she lined me up, sank down in one steady motion, took every inch. She rocked her hips in short, greedy circles, almost like she wanted to laugh at how easy it was. Skin slapped skin. She threw her head back and moaned like she forgot she had neighbors. I grabbed her waist, pulled her down harder, met every push with one of my own. Sweat ran between us, the sheets bunched under her knees, and every so often she'd look down, smirk, and squeeze just to watch me twitch. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she planned on enjoying the show.
Andi San Dimas came through the bedroom door like trouble in boots, kicked them off, and climbed on like the bed owed her money. She straddled me, got my jeans open one-handed, and wrapped her fingers around the shaft the moment it sprang free. Warm hand, firm stroke. She gave the head a single lick, then leaned in so close I could feel every word against the tip. "You like that, don't you?" I nodded like my life depended on it. Next she lined me up, sank down in one steady motion, took every inch. She rocked her hips in short, greedy circles, almost like she wanted to laugh at how easy it was. Skin slapped skin. She threw her head back and moaned like she forgot she had neighbors. I grabbed her waist, pulled her down harder, met every push with one of my own. Sweat ran between us, the sheets bunched under her knees, and every so often she'd look down, smirk, and squeeze just to watch me twitch. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she planned on enjoying the show.