What Set Us Apart - Live Commentary: Alina Lopez & Kendra Spade

She stood in front of him completely naked, the apartment light wrapping around every curve. He leaned back against the couch, watching the way her nipples hardened when the cool air hit them. She walked over without saying a word and straddled him, gripping his cock with a firm hand and guiding the head between her wet folds before sinking down onto him in one slow motion. He groaned low, feeling her tight heat grip him all the way to the base. Her hips started rolling, smooth and deliberate, thighs flexing with each rise and fall. She leaned in, biting his neck just above the collarbone, then licked the spot. He grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her wider, meeting each thrust. Her breasts brushed against his chest, nipples dragging across skin. She picked up the pace, breath coming faster, the wet sounds growing louder every time she dropped down. His fingers dug in. She pushed his head back and kissed him hard, tongue sliding against his while she rode him faster, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Sweat began to bead at her lower back. He thrust up harder, forcing a sharp gasp from her throat.