Meggan's Big Ass Adventure - Part 4

She grins, haughty as sin, before climbing on the guy's lap with zero hesitation. Her ass is bare, smart red thong stuck crooked across one cheek, and she plants both knees over his thighs. Skirt's long gone. Top's rolled somewhere under her ribs. He holds her hard by the hip and pumps her down onto his cock in quick, greedy strokes while she meets every thrust with a wet snap of her own hips. Perfect smell of clean sweat and hot skin spikes every time she drops. Her tits bounce soft and messy; nipples tight, catching air. He slaps her cheek and yanks her forward so their mouths clash. She talks between kisses, filthy, breathes: that's it, give it to me, cock it, deeper, fuck yeah, don't you dare slow. He does not slow. Every down-stroke, that leather couch squeaks in tight little protests but nobody stops. Climax snaps suddenly—she jerks, shoves her full weight, body clamped, voice climbing like a dirty whisper collapsing into a shout. He follows two thrusts later, rutting wet between her thighs. She laughs like she just won something, sticky, flushed, hair sticking to her forehead. Thong still hook-snags at mid-thigh, exactly where he left it.