Ride
Scott sank down onto your cock in one slow, greedy motion, taking every inch until his ass was flush against your hips. A low, strained groan slipped from his throat as his tight walls clenched hard around you, hot and slick from the lube he’d barely used.
He planted both hands firmly on your chest, fingers spread wide for balance, and started riding you. Deep, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged your cock in and out of his hole with relentless rhythm. Sweat already glistened on his toned chest and abs as he moved, thighs flexing with every rise and fall.
His thick, heavy cock dragged messily across your stomach with each downward stroke, leaving sticky trails of precum that smeared between your bodies. He was leaking plenty, the head flushed dark and wet, painting your skin every time he ground forward.
Scott’s breathing grew rougher, jaw clenched tight as he fucked himself harder on you. His hole pulsed and squeezed with every thrust, greedy and scorching. He leaned forward slightly, red-tinted eyes locked onto your face, watching you intently while he rode you faster, chasing that perfect angle that made his thighs tremble.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as he took you deeper, hips snapping down with focused intensity. His cock throbbed against your abs, dripping steadily now, his control fraying with every bounce.
He didn’t speak — just kept riding you like he needed it, hands pressing harder into your chest as his pace turned rougher, more desperate.
Just wanted to get something out
