Patricia grinds into John

Using her powerful legs, Patricia flipped John onto his back, and pinned his arms above his head. She began to grind her hips into him, the tip of his member rubbing against her panty clad clit. When he began to fight back, she lifted up and placed her knees on his arms, and pressed her crotch into his face unceremoniously.

The wet and musky smell of her vagina enveloped him, her panties shifting with her vigorous motion caused her slit to come free and touch against his face. When he extended his tongue to touch her, she grunted in animalistic pleasure. The bucked and thrusted even more violently, and John could feel the tip of his tongue find her clit.

Her strokes were fast but short, taking advantage of his tongue. He opened his mouth and grabbed her love button with his teeth, a tiny bite to signal he was in charge. She screamed, and recoiled enough for him to seize the moment. They changed positions as he flipped her onto her back with his brute strength, pinning her arms to her side with his knees and body weight.

With his cock free, he grabbed it and began stroking it inches from her face. Her look of disgust was all he could take, and John began slapping her cheeks with his rock hard dick.

"IS.... THIS... WHAT... YOU... WANTED... BITCH??", he said through gritted teeth as his prick made wet thinking sounds on her face. She squirmed and wriggled to get free.

Although pinned at her side, she managed to give one of his thighs a good pinch, and free herself. Springing to their knees, they circled each other like two fighters in a steel cage **** match.

Finally, one of them broke down... "You win!"