Her fit and firm body made me cum quicker than I wanted to – Fake Agent

In the grimy, neon-lit motel room, I’m bent over the bed, bare ass in the air, face buried in the grimy sheets. This bitch, she’s got me tied up, not with ropes, but with her fucking eyes. She’s circling me like a vulture, her fit, firm body gleaming under the harsh light. She’s got this smirk on her face, like she knows she’s got me right where she wants me. She runs her fingers over my back, tracing the lines of my tattoos, her nails digging in just enough to make me hiss. She leans down, her breath hot on my ear. “You like that, don’t you, you dirty fuck? You like being at my mercy?” Her hand slips between my legs, gripping my cock, and I can’t help but groan. She’s got me, and she knows it. She strokes me, slow and cruel, her eyes never leaving mine. I can feel the tension building, my body betraying me, ready to explode. She’s got me cumming quicker than I wanted to, her hand working me like a fucking pro, my hot load spurting onto the filthy carpet. She laughs, a dark, satisfied sound, as she wipes her hand on my back, leaving a sticky trail.

She strides over to the bed, her hips swaying, her tits bouncing with every step. She climbs on, straddling my chest, her pussy dripping onto my skin. She grabs my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at her. Her cunt is right there, in my face, glistening with her juices. She grinds against me, her clit rubbing against my nose, her moans filling the room. I can taste her, sweet and musky, and I’m hard again, my cock throbbing against the mattress. She reaches down, grabbing it, positioning it at her entrance. She slides down, taking me in, inch by inch, her tight pussy gripping me like a fucking vice. She rides me, her body bouncing, her tits jiggling, her moans turning into screams. She’s using me, taking her pleasure from my body, and I’m loving every fucking second of it. Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her body convulsing, her pussy milking me for all I’m worth. She collapses on top of me, her body slick with sweat, her breath ragged. She looks down at me, her eyes wild, her lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Fuck, that was good,” she purrs, before rolling off me, leaving me spent and satisfied on the grimy motel bed.