More of Ms. M

As he opened his eyes he saw Ms. M straddling his hips, his already hard cock clasped in her fist and aimed at her pussy. He let out a moan and lifted his hips as she sunk her moist cunt onto his cock. She completely enveloped him, sitting on his hips. Using her weight she held him there, imprisoned in the tight grip of her pussy.
“I am now going to cum all over your cock.” She placed her hands on his chest and began rocking herself back and forth. J felt his cock rubbing against a small lump deep inside her pussy. Whenever his head rubbed against it, Ms. M groaned and closed her eyes. He worked until he found an angle that they would hit the spot with his dick on every stroke. Ms. M started breathing harder and faster as they worked, fucking her G-spot.
It didn’t take too many hits before she stopped, held her breath and gripped J’s chest. She stayed tight like that for what seemed forever, J watching lovingly as the beautiful, sexy woman came on top of him. The moment broke and she let out a loud guttural grunt and her body shuddered.
“Uh.”
She let herself down on his body panting. “That…was…nice,” she breathed.
She was covered in sweat and he could feel her cunt juice running down his balls.
It was just about the best feeling in the world.