Backstage with Lioness

Lioness is back, still high from her last round in front of the lens. They thought a hard cock might steady her. Now she kneels, mouth open, eyes fixed on the thick brown shaft that bobs inches from her lips. She wraps both hands around it, strokes once, twice, then takes the head between her teeth and sucks until her cheeks hollow. Spit runs down the shaft and coats her fingers. When she climbs onto the bed, she turns, plants her feet, and lowers herself onto that same heavy length. Inch by inch, the dark meat disappears inside her. Her mouth falls open but no sound comes out until she bottoms out. Then a low moan breaks free. She rides hard, hips snapping, her small tits bouncing with each drop. The camera stays tight on the wet slide of skin against skin, on the way her cunt grips and releases, glossy with her own slick. She leans forward, hands braced on his thighs, and grinds in tight circles, milking every vein. Her breath comes sharp. Sweat beads at the small of her back. When she feels him swell, she sits all the way down and stays there, pulsing around him until the first hot spurt floods her. She rocks once more, slower, drawing out the last drops, then lifts off, leaving a thin white thread stretching between them before it snaps.