Moans spill between gasps as thick fingers tangle in dark hair, pulling her deeper into each thrust. Cock stretches her throat raw before she shoves him back and straddles his hips, riding raw until her thighs tremble. Leaning forward with hands planted on his chest, she grinds down hard, pussy lips clinging to every inch. Back arches, spine curves, tits sway loose as she picks up speed, her breath coming in sharp bursts. Fingernails dig into his pecs when he grips her waist, slamming her down harder— Gypsy Rose doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt. Face flushes, mascara smudged, she slows just long enough to catch her breath before flipping over and taking it from behind.
