Ride my donkey

Tanja drops to her knees the moment the words leave his mouth. She opens wide, takes his cock between her lips, and works her tongue like she’s starving for it. Spit runs down her chin as she pushes deeper, throat opening up for every inch. He grips her hair and holds her there, letting her feel the pulse against her tongue. She moans around him, the sound wet and needy. Then she climbs into his lap, blonde hair falling forward as she sinks down onto him. Her pussy grips tight, warm and slick, and she starts to ride like she means it. Hips roll, thighs flex, every stroke taking him deeper until her breath turns ragged. He reaches up, cups her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples as she grinds harder. When he’s ready, he pulls out and finishes across her face. Thick ropes land on her cheeks, her lips, her lashes. She stays right where she is, licking what she can reach, eyes half-lidded, already hungry for more.