Willow Ryder Grinds Hard Until Ricky Larkin Cums Inside Her!

Willow steps into the dimly lit jazz club, her tight leather pants clinging to every curve as she scans the room. Ricky, a broad-shouldered bartender with a roguish smile, catches her gaze and leans against the counter, his fingers tracing the rim of a glass. She straddles his lap without a word, her hips already rolling against him as the bassline thumps through her body. His hands grip her thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh as she rides him harder, each grind bringing him closer to the edge. The air between them crackles with raw need, his breath hitching as her pace quickens, her moans muffled against the nape of his neck. With a shudder, he buries himself deep inside her, spilling hot and heavy as she clenches around him, both of them lost in the throes of pleasure.