She's tall. Clinging to her body is a peach sleeveless dress that zips in the back and hangs just above the middle of her muscular thighs. When I look up, I see a whisp of perfectly styled blonde hair that falls over the tender eyes of a goddess. She smiles as she pushes me onto the bed. Her left hand presses firmly against my chest as her right hand connects my wrist band to the bedpost. Her fingers linger and slide down my abdomen before switching hands and fastening down my other wrist.

I'm laying there. I'm a ball of hormones and anticipation. She tilts her head scratches the back of her neck exposing a fluffy patch of black armpit hair.

She bites her lower lip, perfectly glossened with a deep shade of red, and begins to feel herself. Blood rushes to her meaty cock. She hikes up the dress and strattles my lap. I'm helpless and couldn't be happier.