Alicia Reign
Reverse Cowgirl December Edition
You step out the door and she's already yanking you by the hand toward the back of the house, laughing like she's got trouble planned. The garden's empty, but she doesn't care—she drops to her knees right there on the patio, unzips you without a word. Cold air hits your cock as she takes you in her mouth, wet and sloppy on purpose. She's loud about it. You shove your fingers through her hair and pull her deeper until her nose presses your stomach, holding her there, feeling her throat fight around you. She pulls off with spit hanging from her lips, grins up at you, then stands and yanks her skirt up. No panties. Bent over the patio table, she spreads for you. You bury yourself balls-deep in one thrust. She gasps. You set a hard rhythm—skin slapping, table legs scraping—and she pushes back into every thrust like she needs it rougher. Her tits jiggle free when you shove her top down. You reach around and rub her clit while you fuck her, and the second you tell her to come for you she tightens and cries out loud enough the neighbors could hear if they tried. You don't stop. You pin her hips and fuck through it until you're grunting against her back, filling her up. When you pull out, cum's already sliding down her thigh. She doesn't clean it up—just tugs her skirt down and winks.
You step out the door and she's already yanking you by the hand toward the back of the house, laughing like she's got trouble planned. The garden's empty, but she doesn't care—she drops to her knees right there on the patio, unzips you without a word. Cold air hits your cock as she takes you in her mouth, wet and sloppy on purpose. She's loud about it. You shove your fingers through her hair and pull her deeper until her nose presses your stomach, holding her there, feeling her throat fight around you. She pulls off with spit hanging from her lips, grins up at you, then stands and yanks her skirt up. No panties. Bent over the patio table, she spreads for you. You bury yourself balls-deep in one thrust. She gasps. You set a hard rhythm—skin slapping, table legs scraping—and she pushes back into every thrust like she needs it rougher. Her tits jiggle free when you shove her top down. You reach around and rub her clit while you fuck her, and the second you tell her to come for you she tightens and cries out loud enough the neighbors could hear if they tried. You don't stop. You pin her hips and fuck through it until you're grunting against her back, filling her up. When you pull out, cum's already sliding down her thigh. She doesn't clean it up—just tugs her skirt down and winks.