FREESTYLE FUCKING (III, End)

Chapter 3. Jason collapsed back onto the couch, still inside me, his cock softening only slightly, glistening with our mess. He smirked up at me, sweat dripping down his temples. “Get on top of me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Ride this cock. Show me how much you need it.” My thighs were shaking, but the second I felt him still thick and hard inside me, my body moved on its own. I pushed myself up, straddling him, my soaked pussy sliding along his shaft. The wet drag made us both groan, my legs was shaking but I still straddled him. “Fuck, Jason,” I gasped, my nails digging into his chest. His cock was slick with cum and my juices, and it slid against me like hot steel. He grabbed my hips, grinding me down on him. “Sit on it. Take me all the way. Bounce on my cock like a filthy little slut.” I lifted myself and then sank down hard, his cock stretching me open all over again. “Ahh” We both groaned loud, the sound filthy, his hands tightening on my waist. “Holy fuck,” I sobbed, throwin