Tisha rode him hard, rising and slamming down with reckless abandon, every movement making her breasts bounce wildly as her top slid higher, useless against the heat of their bodies.
Alex's eyes locked on them, dark and ravenous, a growl breaking from his throat. "Damn… look at you," he muttered, shoving her top up to bare them completely.
Her chest spilled free, swaying beautifully with every thrust. His hands caught her waist instead of her breasts, holding her steady, forcing her down harder on his length as he watched the mesmerizing jiggle of her curves.
Tisha gasped, arching proudly under his stare, her lips curving into a shaky smile between moans.
She loved the way his eyes devoured her, as if he couldn't look anywhere else... as if the sight of her riding him like this was undoing him more than any touch ever could.
Unable to hold back any longer, Tisha's voice broke into a desperate, trembling plea:
