The woman moved her hips with a steady rhythm, pressing herself down onto my cock as if she had already found the perfect pace and wasn't planning to let go of it anytime soon.
"Ohhh…~ Nnghhoo… ahhhh…~ Oh, so good…~ So good…~ Nghhh…~"
Her voice spilled out in soft, breathy moans, each sound blending into the next as her body continued to move. It wasn't stiff or awkward in any way. Her hips rolled naturally, almost instinctively, like she had done this more times than she would probably admit. There was a kind of confidence in the way she carried herself, even if her expression still held that innocent look at a glance. That contrast made it even more obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing.
Every time she dropped herself down, she adjusted just slightly, making sure the angle hit just right. From the way she bounced and controlled her movements, she wasn't guessing. She was experienced. Way more experienced than she let on.
