Thick Tattooed Girlfriend Rides My Cock on Floral Sheets

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's riding him, her thick body moving up and down, her hips swaying. Her dark curly hair bounces with each motion, her medium-sized breasts jiggle. Her tan skin glistens with sweat, her belly button piercing glints in the light.

Her facial expressions change with each stroke, a smile, a grimace, her mouth open in a silent moan. She looks directly at you, smiling broadly, her eyes locking onto yours. You feel your pulse quicken, your breath catch in your throat. Your hand reaches down, stroking slowly, matching her rhythm. You can almost hear her moans, feel her warmth.

She keeps riding, her motion continuous, focused solely on the penetration. You feel yourself getting harder, your ache growing. You edge closer, your rhythm quickening. She's still moving when it ends, mid-motion, leaving you wanting more. Your hand moves faster now, your breathing heavy. How long will you last? She's still riding, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing. You feel yourself building up, your release nearing. Will you make it to the end?