Nala let out a breathless laugh that turned into a moan as I picked up the pace slightly. She slowed for a moment, teasing me, then started moving again, pushing back to meet every thrust.
The sensation was addictive, her walls clenching and fluttering around my shaft with every movement, the heat, the slick friction, the way her ass jiggled when I bottomed out. From this angle, she looked incredible: back arched, ass spread, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, taking every inch like she couldn't get enough.
Nala suddenly grabbed the back of the driver's seat for support, using it to steady herself. Then she started bouncing up and down on my cock with more force, her thick ass slapping against my hips as she rode me harder.
"Fuck yes," she gasped. "Use my ass… stretch your CEO's tight little hole… I've been plugged all day just so you could wreck me like this…"
