Dicking Down Diana

Diana floated in wearing white like a wedding cake that got lost on its way to church. Blonde hair cascading. She gave me that just-us smirk, peeled her lingerie slow enough to make any clock feel lazy, and flashed a shaved pussy along with an ass you could bounce quarters off. She spent serious time working my cock and balls with her mouth, got her kick, then crawled onto the bed, spread out like lunch and dared me to ruin the mattress. I drilled into her hard, the headboard rattling, and emptied everything I had in one long, back-tightening rush.