Madeline's body hovered above me, her thighs quivering like a fucking earthquake as she gripped my cock at her dripping entrance, the glistening tip coated in her thick, syrupy arousal. The air between us was choked with the stifling, musky, sweet-as-sin scent of sex, so heavy it was like breathing her pussy.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes black with hunger, her swollen pussy lips parting just enough to let the head of my cock press against her slick, fucking drenched folds, the obscene squelch of her wetness already dripping down my cock.
"Mmm… look at you," she purred, her voice dripping with sin, thick as the cum she was already begging for. She rubbed herself against me, her clit dragging along the underside of my cock, the slick, squelching noise of her pussy playing with my cock filling the room like a fucking porn soundtrack.
