Three Days Sober and My Slut Won't Stop Riding

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hips grind against him, slow and sensual, every muscle in her ass and back rippling under the oil. His hands grip her hips, guiding her rhythm, his fingers digging deep into her curves. Her weight presses down on him, her breasts swaying with each movement, her long brunette hair spilling over his chest. You feel your pulse racing, your breath catching as she shifts her posture, her body undulating over him. Your hand moves on its own, stroking to the rhythm of her hips. You're getting hard, fast, your ache growing with each passing moment. She's riding him like she owns him, like she's claiming him as hers.

Her body glistens with oil, catching the purple light and making every curve stand out. Her blue lingerie is a stark contrast to her light skin and dark hair, framing her breasts and accentuating her ass. The man beneath her is fully engaged, his erect cock visibly buried inside her vagina as she grinds against him. His hands are possessive on her hips and lower back, guiding her motion but letting her set the pace. The connection between them is palpable, their bodies moving as one in a sensual dance. You can almost feel the heat between them, the tension building with each passing moment.

You're on the edge already, your hand moving faster as you imagine yourself in his place. She's riding you now, her hips grinding against yours, her breasts swaying in your face. You're going to cum fast if you keep watching this, if you keep feeling her rhythm and seeing her body move like that. But you can't look away, can't stop yourself from getting closer and closer to the edge. She's too sexy, too sensual, too damn hot. And just when you think it's going to tip over...