December 16, 2020, 9 PM sharp Eastern, 6 on the West Coast—Sarah climbed on top, grabbed hold and lowered herself like she meant it. She didn't waste time. Her grip tightened just enough to hold me firm while she started moving, slow at first then she picked up the pace, ass bouncing with each drop. Sweat started running between her tits, sliding down to her stomach. I slapped her cheek hard, watched it shake, and she only moaned louder and went faster. She rode like she knew exactly what I wanted, how deep, how hard, how long to make it last.
December 16, 2020, 9 PM sharp Eastern, 6 on the West Coast—Sarah climbed on top, grabbed hold and lowered herself like she meant it. She didn't waste time. Her grip tightened just enough to hold me firm while she started moving, slow at first then she picked up the pace, ass bouncing with each drop. Sweat started running between her tits, sliding down to her stomach. I slapped her cheek hard, watched it shake, and she only moaned louder and went faster. She rode like she knew exactly what I wanted, how deep, how hard, how long to make it last.