Riding His Hidden Cock in My California Crop Top

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair falls down her back, framing her ass, as she bounces on him. Slowly, deliberately, she slides up and down. Her hands grip his thighs, her nails digging in. You can see the curve of her ass, the jut of her hips. She's wet, you can tell by the way she moves.

Her black crop top rides up her back with each movement. You can almost see her breasts spilling out of the top. Her breathing picks up, her rhythm quickens. She's getting closer, you can tell. Your hand is moving faster now, stroking in time with her. Your pulse is racing, your breath coming in short gasps.

She leans forward, her upper body pressed against his chest. Her hands are still on his thighs, but now her body is pressed tight against his. You can feel the heat building inside you. How long will you last? Will you edge or give in? The choice is yours as you watch her move above him, her body undulating with each stroke. She's so close, you can feel it. And then...