Twisted Passions #11: Lamoyne Hotel 5

She climbs over him slowly, knees planted on either side of his hips. Her cunt parts around his cock, slick and hot, the head pressing past her folds until she takes him down to the root in one smooth drop. A wet sound fills the room when her ass meets his thighs. She rides him hard, thighs flexing, cunt clenching each time she bottoms out, the wet slap of skin echoing against the walls. He grips her waist, thumbs digging into soft flesh, pushing up to meet every thrust. Sweat beads on her spine, runs down the small of her back. She leans forward, breasts brushing his chest, nipples stiff, breath ragged in his ear. He pushes her back upright, one hand between her legs, thumb circling her clit. Her rhythm breaks, stutter. She comes with a sharp cry, cunt spasming around his cock, soaking his groin. He follows, hips snapping once, twice, cock pulsing deep inside her as he groans against her neck.