She pins him under her first. Yellow dress hiked up, fingers clawing at his shirt. Reverse cowgirl starts slow, hips rolling like she's savoring every inch. His hands clamp on her waist, trying to control the pace but she smacks them away. Stroke by stroke her rhythm turns punishing. Tits slap against her chin, breath coming in sharp gasps. Then she flips, legs locking around his ribs. Now she's on top, riding raw, ass slapping his thighs. Her spine curves, nails digging into his shoulders. He groans, cock buried deep, but she just grins and rides harder. When she finally comes, her pussy clenches around him, milking every twitch of his release.