She rides him

Jefferson sank into the mattress beside her, the bed frame groaning under his weight. He didn't touch her at first; he simply watched her chest heave.

"On top, Nicole. Now," he commanded.

She obeyed, sliding across the cool linens. Her knees pressed into the mattress as she straddled his hips. She felt the heat radiating from him, smelling the sharp tang of his expensive cologne mixed with the musk of arousal. Jefferson’s cock stood rigid, a thick, pulsing vein tracing the length of the shaft, a bead of clear pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Do I look good enough to forget the videos, sir?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"You look like an addiction," he replied, his hands gripping her slender waist, digging into her soft skin. "Now take it. All of it."

Nicole gripped his shoulders and slowly lowered her weight. The head of his cock pushed against her soaking wet folds, parting the lips of her pussy with a wet, sticky sound. She gasped as he slid inside, the thick girth stretching her walls to their limit. A loud, squelching shlick echoed through the quiet guest room as she fully seated herself.

"God, you're so tight," Jefferson groaned, his head snapping back into the pillow. She began to move, lifting her hips and dropping back down in a steady, grinding rhythm. Her breasts bounced with every descent, the nipples hardening into small, tight peaks. The friction of his pubic bone rubbing against her clit sent sparks of electricity through her spine. Every downward thrust created a wet, slapping sound as their pelvises collided.

"Faster," he breathed, his fingers bruising her hips to guide the pace. "I want to feel you gripping me." Nicole accelerated, her breath coming in ragged hitches. The sound of sliding flesh—a rhythmic, squelching suction—filled the air. She could feel the head of his cock hammering against her cervix, a deep, blunt pressure that made her toes curl.

She leaned forward, her hair brushing his chest, her internal muscles squeezing him tight with every slide. The tension coiled tight in her gut, a mounting pressure that demanded release, but Jefferson held her steady, refusing to let her peak just yet.