Stacy Cruz slowly lowered her perfectly formed body onto Matt's rock-hard cock. She groaned with pleasure as she felt it delve deeper into her wet, tight pussy. Her plump ass cheeks glistened in the soft light as she began to ride him slowly, her eyes locked on his.
As she moved up and down his shaft, her breathing became more labored, and her moans more frequent. She reached up to grasp the headboard for support, her long, silky hair cascading down her back. Matt watched in awe as Stacy's tits bounced enticingly with each thrust.
The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans of pleasure. Stacy's pace picked up, and she started to meet Matt's thrusts with equal vigor. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, creating an erotic dance as they lost themselves in the passion of the moment.
