Quickie with Ice LaFox

Who taught you how to ride, Ice LaFox? Because damn, you always seem to know exactly what a man's craving. Did that come naturally, or did somebody show you every filthy trick? And tell me straight—when that cock slides in, do you really feel every inch, every throb, pulsing inside you? 'Cause the way you work it, hips rolling slow, squeezing, taking the whole length until you're stuffed and glistening, it sure as hell looks like you do. You grind down greedy, wetness dripping every time you lift up, only to slam right back down, greedy for more. That's the kind of cunt that doesn't miss a beat.