Joanna Angel Bangs Sasha Grey

She looked so good, those silver pants hugging every curve like they knew exactly what they wanted from me. I just started pulling at the fabric, and she started moving against me, hips rolling with that easy rhythm she carries in every scene. Before I knew it we had pushed everything aside and were fucking with real hunger. My hands kept finding her waist, her thighs, whatever skin I could reach. She pushed back harder each time, breath hot and quick. I remember thinking it couldn’t feel this good and yet it did. I lost track of everything except the steady, perfect pace of her body under mine, her voice coming in short gasps. Every move made the next one more urgent. I came harder than I expected, gripping her like I could hold onto the whole moment. She just laughed that low, satisfied laugh and stretched under me, silver pants still tangled around her knees.