Road Queen #23

She rode him with purpose that Friday afternoon. Thighs tight around his hips. Pussy slick and greedy, taking him deep on every downstroke. Her breasts swayed, nipples hard. He gripped her waist, thumbs pressing bruises into her flesh as he thrust up to meet her. Sweat clung to their skin. The air thick. Wet sounds filled the room each time she took him. She leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, rolling her hips so her clit dragged just right. He groaned, low and rough, and drove into her harder. She didn't slow. Just fucked him steady until her body shook and her walls clamped down, gripping him through the first wave. He came right after her, cock pulsing, filling her in hot, sharp spurts. Semen leaked down her thighs when she finally lifted off. Neither of them spoke. They only breathed.