Hell Of A Ride

Trinity spotted Alex the second he walked into the lobby. Names tossed back and forth, and she led him straight to the room—no bullshit, just heat. Alex tells her about the crash, the ache in his back. She gets him face-down, oils him up, palms working deep, then leans in and tells him bikers flip her switch—something about fat cocks and that wild edge. Right after she says it she slips a hand under his towel and wraps her fist around him, gives it a rough stroke. He swells in her palm. She peels her top and shorts off, mouth around his cock before he can blink, tongue lazy and hungry at once. Then she spins, plants that dripping pussy right on his lips. He dives in, licks up every slick inch, and she moans into his dick while her hips grind. She lifts off his face just long enough to slap his length along her slit, coating it in her wetness. When his breathing goes ragged she clamps tight at the base, holds him back, smiles wicked, then jerks fast and mean. Cum rockets out across her cheeks, a hot messy stripe. She keeps stroking till he’s done, gives the head one last filthy lick, licks her lips and grins.