Black Lace And Ponytail

Melissa Stratton saw what she wanted and grabbed it by the collar. Vince Karter barely had time to grin before she shoved him down and straddled him, greedy, hot, and already wet. She freed his cock in one yank, spit on it, and took every inch down to the base. Up and down she rode him like she had something to prove. He gripped her thighs, smacking into her so hard the couch creaked. Melissa’s tits bounced, her voice a string of filthy, breathy sounds. He flipped her, bent her over the armrest, and drove in deep. Sweat slicked their skin. Melissa pushed back for more, asking—no, demanding—he fuck her harder. He did. She came with a gasp, squeezing him tight, and Vince kept pounding, hungry for his own finish.