Hope Is Hoping For An Orgasm

Hope slides onto the bed like a bad idea in heels. Scott's already hard, thick, ready. She climbs on, lines him up, and takes every inch like she's starving for it. The magic wand's got a low buzz going, and she rides like the devil's at her back. He fills her, stretches her, and she keeps working that cock with that tight, greedy pussy. The wand hits her just right. Over and over. Scott starts grunting low, hips pumping up to meet her. Hope clenches down, shaking, coming hard, but she doesn't stop. She grinds through it, milking him for everything. They both go down hard, bodies locked, the wand still singing its filthy little tune while the two of them soak the sheets in sweat and come.