She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locking onto mine as she took all of me back into her soaking, devastated heat. She let out a long, high-pitched wail that echoed off the high ceilings, her head tossing back as she began to move.
It wasn't just a rhythm; it was a war. She used her core strength to bounce and grind, her hips moving in complex, agonizingly perfect circles. She was using every trick in her veteran arsenal—contracting, pulsing, and shifting her weight to find the exact angle that would break a normal man.
"Fuck... you're so big," she gasped, her hands planted firmly on my chest for leverage. She started to pick up speed, her movements becoming frantic and athletic. Her breasts swayed violently with the motion, and sweat began to glisten on her skin, making her glow under the dim lights. "You like this, don't you? Seeing the Queen... work for it?"
