All Sex for Alex

Alex Coal wants that cock. No stopping her, no talking her down. She climbs on top and sinks down hard, her pussy gripping tight, soaking wet and dripping. Slow at first, then she picks up the pace until the slap of skin fills the room and her breath comes ragged. Every inch of him slides in and out of her cunt like it belongs there, and she rides like she owns the whole fucking moment. Then she slides off, wraps her feet around him instead—slick toes curling, stroking his length, pressing just right until he’s cursing through his teeth. She works him with her soles, the arch of each foot, the bend of her ankles, until he’s throbbing in her grip. Back to her pussy again, grinding down hard, clamping tight. She won’t quit until her mouth tastes it. Until she’s on her knees, lips open wide, tongue out. He gives it up in thick, hot spurts across her tongue and she swallows every last drop like it’s owed to her.