Tongue-lolling cowgirl ride seals their locked-door lust

In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, her blue-tinted braid sways like a pendulum as she straddles him on the rumpled sheets, completely nude, her large breasts heaving with each deliberate grind. The veiny shaft disappears deep into her, eliciting a gasp that parts her full lips, tongue slipping out in raw ecstasy, eyes fluttering shut against the building tension. She'd waited all day for this stolen afternoon, locking the door behind her after work, shedding clothes in a trail to the bed where he lay waiting. Now, as she rocks harder, clenching around him, the air thickens with her whimpers, pushing him toward release—soon she'll slide down, tongue ready to catch every drop and swallow with a satisfied moan.