Her thighs shake as she plants her palms on his chest. Tits bounce with every upward pump. His cock disappears between her soaked lips. She rides until the sheets are soaked and the frame groans. Dark hair sticks to her forehead. Her spine arches, nails digging into his shoulders. The man underneath her isn’t just taking it — he’s matching her stroke for stroke until neither can breathe. Hotshot made her beg for it.