Fake Agent I could not hold back my spunk when she FUCKED me COWGIRL

Her eyes glinted with a mischievous challenge, taunting me with her power. She brushed her fingertips over my chest, leaving a trail of electric goosebumps. “You can stop me,” she whispered, but her smirk betrayed her true intent. She didn’t want to be stopped. She wanted to be fucked, hard and raw, with no holds barred. I felt the bulge in my pants grow, straining against my zipper as she straddled me, her pussy lips moist and ready. She had no panties on, and I could feel her wetness seeping through my jeans. She ground against me, her tits bouncing freely as she rode me with a wild abandon. I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, guiding her up and down my cock. The friction was intense, the heat between us palpable. She leaned back, her hands on my thighs, exposing her swollen clit. I reached up, rubbing it in tight circles, watching as her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around my cock, her juices flowing freely, soaking my jeans. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. She leaned forward, her tits pressing against my chest, her breath hot on my ear. “Cum for me,” she demanded, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock throbbed, spunk shooting out in hot, thick spurts, filling her greedy cunt. She moaned, collapsing onto me, her body shuddering with her own release. We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. She lifted her head, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good boy,” she purred, and I knew I was fucked in more ways than one.