"Ah—ah—fuck—yes—so deep—nngh—more—please—can't—cumming—ahh!" The four inches outside glistened brighter with every savage stroke, coated in thick layers of her cream, her stretched lips dragging up and down the buried length in messy, obscene pulls.
Phei's hands stayed on her thighs, thumbs still circling teasingly, feeling the tremor in her legendary stamina as she fucked herself raw, thighs starting to shake harder, abs burning.
He smiled up at her—calm, patient, predatory.
Enjoying every second of the show.
Valentina shifted forward, planting her feet flat on the mat on either side of his hips. Knees bent deep, ass squatted low; she dropped into a perfect squat, the kind she'd done a thousand times with hundreds of pounds on her back. Only this time, the barbell was twelve inches of living, throbbing cock, and only eight of them were inside her.
Her hands braced on his chest for balance, nails scraping skin. Then she started bouncing.
