Moans low and throaty You like that? Good boy. Hands gripping his shoulders as she rides him slow at first—then faster—until the couch springs squeak. Stockings snagging on his jeans. Begs Cum inside me, let me feel it all over my pussy. He flips her onto her back mid-thrust; tits jiggling with every slam. She wraps those legs around his waist again, pulling him deeper each time. Gasps, Oh fuck—yes! Right there!* His cock swells against her cervix—one last deep thrust—and she takes it all down her throat when he pulls out. Cum drips from the corner of her mouth as she wipes mascara-smudged eyes with the back of her hand.