Masked Slut Rides Hooded Man on Plastic Sheets

She knows exactly what she're doing to you. Her masked face hides everything but her intent. She's riding him, slowly, so slowly, shifting her weight, leaning forward, her hands gripping his hip for a moment, then letting go. You can't look away from the way she moves over him, her black bodysuit and mask all you see of her as she shifts and sways.

Her breasts are visible, moving with each shift of her body. He's face down, legs bent and spread, his black hooded head turned away from you. You feel your hand moving on its own, stroking in time with her slow rhythm. Your pulse is pounding, your breath catching as you watch her move. She stands up slightly, repositions herself, and continues, never changing her steady pace.

You're getting harder by the second, your ache growing as you watch her ride him. You can't help but wonder how long you'll last if you keep watching her like this. She's so focused on what she's doing, completely in control as she moves over him. Her masked face is all intent, her body moving with a purpose that's driving you wild. You're on edge, your rhythm matching hers as she continues to ride him.