Road Queen #24

She grabs him by the hair, yanks his face between her legs and sits full-weight on his mouth. Her natural tits hang heavy over him, nipples already stiff from the power trip. He fights for air but she stays put, grinding slow, letting the pressure do the talking. They kiss hard—teeth, tongue, desperation—then she slides two fingers into herself, right there above his face, spreading slick heat across his lips. The tattoos on her ribs flex as she leans back and rides his mouth harder, every roll of her hips a promise she’ll only let him breathe when she decides he’s earned it. He moans into her cunt; she answers by sinking deeper until the room fills with wet sounds and the smell of sweat and skin.