Model Therapist's Thumping Ass on Top: Fuck Me Harder!

The air in the dimly lit spa room was thick, heavy with the intoxicating musk of expensive oils and hot skin. She, the therapist, was pure fucking dynamite. Her tits strained against the thin black lace of her uniform, bouncing with every deliberate sway of that impossibly tight waist. I was pinned beneath her, slick with pre-cum, as she straddled my hips. Her ass—a perfect, globing masterpiece—was grinding down onto my groin, the wet slap echoing like a primal drumbeat. She leaned forward, a wicked smirk playing on her lips, and drove her pelvis down until I felt the hot pressure of her mound against my balls. "Take my cock deep," she hissed, her breath hot and salty against my earlobe. With a guttural moan, she began to walk, a slow, deliberate runway strut across my chest. Each step was a seismic event, milking every inch of my hardness. "Fuck me harder!" she commanded, tilting her hips just so, exposing the slick crease between her cheeks. I gripped her hips, pulling her down for a deep, hungry kiss before she finally settled back onto me, grinding slow circles. "Cum inside me! Let's breed right here," she growled, and then plunged down, taking my cock like it was nothing.