She Rode His Face Then Caught His Load Smiling

In the dim haze of her bedroom, shadows dancing from the bedside lamp, she straddles his face after a day of pent-up longing, grinding slow and deep until her breaths come ragged, thighs quivering. The air thick with her moans, she rocks harder, chasing that edge where pleasure blurs into need, her tied shirt slipping open to bare her heaving chest. Then she lifts, eyes locked on his, lips parted in a gasp as his release erupts—hot spurts hitting her smiling mouth and nose, dripping slow down her chin while more lands sticky on her exposed breasts. She whimpers soft, tongue darting out to taste, body arching in the moody glow, savoring the warm mess that marks her climax.