Mandy wasn't all work and no play. She definitely loved when Roger let her do what she wanted. She was such a control freak that he seemed to love taking that from her during sex. She didn't mind. She sort of loved it when he dominated her and took the reigns in bed. He'd tear every moan and whimper from her body until she was a complete and glorious mess of sated satisfaction. Feeling his hand fist through her hair, gently tugging, inflamed her. She ached for him. A dull, hurried throbbing coursed through her, settling between her thighs as her mouth continued its assault. Smiling when he moaned her name, Mandy licked the head of his cock, taking him in deeply. Her nipples were hard and aching and she needed to be touched but she couldn't bring herself to give this moment up.
Sliding her free hand up his thigh, Mandy let her breasts brush against his balls before taking him deep into her mouth. The groans and moans she pulled from him had her nearly dripping and she couldn't take anymore of this inc incessant teasing because it was not only getting to him but was getting to her as well. Leaning back, letting his cock fall from her mouth with a resounding pop, Mandy sat up kneeling in front of him, pushing him to the bed.
Pushing his shoulders back, her thighs settled on either side of him, her hot center moving directly over his cock, sliding along, her wetness coating him before her hand reached back, holding him at the base before taking a deep breath and sliding down with a slight whimper. She closed her eyes, never used to the intrusion that spread her as he filled her so completely. Once she was adjusted and ready, Mandy began to move, bracing her hands on his chest as she rode him. "Ohmygod," she whimpered, her pace achingly slow. She didn't ever want to lose this moment. Leaning down, she brushed a light kiss over his lips before her hands moved to his thighs, back arching as she continued to move over him.