Matters Of Attraction

Aiden Ashley finally got her new guy alone and man did she go for it. She strips slow, makes sure he sees every inch, then climbs into his lap like she owns the seat. He’s already hard when she wraps her fingers around him, giving a few lazy strokes before she sinks down inch by inch. She doesn’t rush. Just rocks her hips, finding the angle that hits her just right, and when she bottoms out she lets out this little sigh like she’s been waiting weeks. He grabs her waist and meets her thrust for thrust. Sweat beads between her tits; she laughs, breathless, and leans in to kiss him hard while she grinds. Every time she rises up the mess between them makes a filthy, wet sound. He flips her onto her back, pushes her knees to her chest, and drives in deeper. She comes with a high, surprised moan, her cunt fluttering around him. He doesn’t pull out—he keeps fucking her through the aftershocks until he spills inside her with a groan. They end up laughing, sticky, tangled in the sheets like idiots who waited way too long.