Just Sit There And Let Me Please You

All Gizelle wants is her man Mike rock-hard and squirming. She climbs into his lap, bare as sin, and grinds slow on his crotch until the denim’s tight around his cock. Her hips roll in lazy circles, pussy lips slick against the zipper, getting him hotter than hell with nothing but friction and that wicked little smirk of hers. Mike tries to keep still but her heat leaks through his jeans fast; every slide of her bare cunt drags his balls tighter. She arches, lets him watch her tits bounce with each shift, and angles forward so her nipples brush his lips—then pull away just as he leans in. Her fingers dig into his shoulders while she rides the swollen ridge in his pants, cunt dripping now, painting the fabric with every wet grind. "Stay put," she teases, easing her hips back and forth in that maddening rhythm. He’s fighting the urge to toss her down, grab her ass and thrust up into her until nothing separates skin from skin.