Invisile Woman Rides

Sue moves with a rhythm that’s all for her, slow, deliberate, up and down, savoring every inch like it’s her favorite addiction. Her thighs tremble just slightly with each drop, but she keeps going, chasing that perfect grind. Every time she sinks down, her breath catches in her throat

“Ahhh…”
“Mmm, yes…”

Her eyes flutter half-closed as she rides him deeper, soaking in the stretch, the fullness, the way he hits just right inside her. Fingers press into his chest for balance, but her focus is locked on the feeling, the way her walls pulse around him, the slick glide, the wet heat building with every slow bounce.
She’s not in a rush, she wants to feel it all. To draw it out. To lose herself in the steady waves of pressure and pleasure that climb with every motion.

She’s riding like she’s not letting go until she’s soaked in it.