The Nikki Jayne Experiment - Part 2

That filthy bitch straddled my thigh right on the couch, hips pumping like she couldn’t wait. Her sloppy, wet slit dragged up and down the muscle, leaving a sticky trail that glistened under the light. She rocked hard, slick folds sucking and squelching on my skin as she chased that itch. Sweat made her thighs stick, so every grind sounded messy and obscene. When her breathing hitched, I grabbed her hair and gave a dirty little yank, and that desperate slut just moaned louder, rutting faster like a bitch in heat. She’s shameless, lips parted, riding my leg like it’s the cock she really wants but can’t have yet. Pure cockhungry desperation—every grind shows exactly what kind of greedy little hole she’s got.