Hell Of A Ride

Trinity spots Alex in the lobby of this steamy massage joint, flashes him a killer smile, and says, 'Hey, I'm Trinity—let's get you sorted.' She hustles him straight to the room. He spills that he's fresh off a motorcycle wreck, back killing him, and he's banking on her magic hands. She gets him stripped and flat on the table, oils up, and starts working those knots out of his muscles. Then, with a wicked grin, she leans in and whispers, 'You know, bikers like you get me all hot—especially thinking about those monster cocks.' Boom, her hand dives down, wraps around his dick, and she strokes it firm and steady, feeling him harden up quick. She drops low, takes his cock in her mouth, sucking deep and sloppy while peeling off her own clothes, tits bouncing free. 'Wanna taste me?' she asks, voice husky. Hell yeah, he nods fast. She swings a leg over, straddles his face, and lowers her dripping pussy right onto his eager tongue. He laps at her like a man possessed, her moans filling the room as she keeps jerking and sucking him off. She grinds her wet slit along his shaft, teasing him senseless, slick juices coating every inch. Sensing he's teetering on the edge, she clamps her hand tight around his dick's base—squeezing just right to hold him back—then pumps him furiously. He explodes, ropes of cum blasting across her grinning face like she won the jackpot.