Road Queen #32

She crawled onto the bed and took him in her mouth without ceremony. Her tongue worked the head while one hand pumped the shaft, steady and wet. He watched her lips stretch around him, slow and deliberate, spit shining at the corners. She pulled off, strings of saliva stretching, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Then she straddled his hips and sank down, swallowing him in a single motion. Her cunt clenched, heat pulling tight. She rode him in measured rolls, grinding when she bottomed out, riding the grind instead of the thrust. Sweat beaded at the small of her back and rolled lower. He reached up, thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight circles that matched her pace. Her thighs started to shake. She leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, breathing through her teeth, chasing it. When she came she stayed full, trembling through it, cunt pulsing around him until he spilled inside her.