Road Queen #34

She grips her thighs hard around his face. Shaved smooth, skin burning hot against his mouth, she presses down slow and mean. Her tits, natural and heavy, hang inches from his eyes, nipples tight. She’s older, thick in the hips, dark hair falling loose past her shoulders. She leans in, lips parting, and kisses him—wet, deep, tongue sliding like she wants to fuck his mouth. He gasps into the kiss. She doesn’t lift. She rides the breath right out of him, thighs flexing, hips rolling. Every grind knocks the air from his lungs and drags his nose deeper into her heat. She moans into the kiss, teeth nipping his bottom lip, then grinds again. He’s trapped. Hard. Helpless. She likes it that way.