Zoey's breath hitched hard as his cock nudged past her slick entrance and stretched her open. She sank down inch by inch, she felt every inch of him against her inner walls until her ass met his thighs and she was fully seated on him. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips, her head tipped back as she took in this moment before she brought her gaze back to his. She hummed blissfully, "God, Garrett…the things you say…make me feel so…fucking amazing," she whispered, as she trembled with need. Her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around his length, she adjusted to the delicious fullness. "You feel even bigger than I remember. So fucking thick inside me." She rolled her hips experimentally, she ground down and felt him press against every sensitive spot. Her hands braced on his chest, her nails scraped over his skin as she started to move. Slow at first, she lifted herself until only the head remained inside before she sank back down with a wet sound that made her shiver. "Mmm, look at that," she breathed, as she glanced down between them where she was stretched around his shaft, glistened with her arousal. "You did this to me. Years of teasing, years of wondering what it would be like…and now look at me." She leaned forward, and captured his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss whilst she rode him with increasing rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each downward thrust, her nipples brushed against his chest. One of her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, and tugged lightly as she broke the kiss. "Fuck, right there. Don't stop touching me. Squeeze my breasts, my ass, use me," she whimpered, as her body writhed with blatant desire and wanton need. Her eyes locked onto his, dark with lust and something deeper, more possessive. She leaned in again, nipped at his bottom lip before she sucked it between hers. Her movements grew more urgent, she rode him with purpose, rolled her hips to drag him against her most sensitive places.