Rexa rose and fell above him in a rolling rhythm, her long dark hair cascading down her back like wet silk.
Every downward roll of her hips swallowed his cock to the root, her thick ass bouncing against his thighs with soft, wet impacts. The wet sounds filled the quiet room while droplets of sweat and slick trailed down the curve of her spine.
'Guess being called a sex demon isn't that bad huh.'
The thought flickered through Cale's dazed mind as he stared up at the sight of her. His hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into soft flesh, guiding her just enough to keep the angle deep.
From below, the view was even more obscene. Her pink folds stretched tightly around his thick shaft, glistening with every upward glide before she sank down again. Slick dripped in thin strands onto his stomach, the wet, sticky sound of their joining sharp and rhythmic.
