My Tattooed Blonde Slut Rides My Lap in Green Lace

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her blonde hair is tied back in a messy bun, her green lace lingerie clinging to her slim body as she lowers herself onto you. Her tattoos dance across her arms and hip with each movement, her belly button piercing glinting. Her hands are on your thighs, her nails polished black, her eyes locked on yours.

Her hips rise and fall, a slow, rhythmic motion that makes your pulse pound. You can feel her wet heat surrounding you, her body moving in perfect sync with yours. Her expression changes from focused to open-mouthed, her lips parted as she moves faster. You can hear the sound of her breathing, the soft gasps of pleasure.

You're not going to last much longer. Your hand is moving faster now, matching the rhythm of her hips. You can feel yourself getting harder, your ache growing with each stroke. She's moving faster now, her body tense with pleasure. She's so wet, so ready. You can't take it anymore.