VIP Couldn’t Last While I Was Riding His Cock

So the whole “VIP riding cock experience” started out pretty tame, honestly, with me doing that whole slow strip thing just to mess with him, but the second I climbed on top and felt him slide all the way in, something just clicked, and I started rocking my hips in this rhythm that had him gripping the sheets. I could feel him twitching inside me every time I grinded down, and his moans got all shaky, like he was trying to hold it together for my sake but totally losing the battle. There was this raw, desperate energy to it, the way his hands flew to my waist, squeezing hard as I picked up the pace, and I remember thinking how good it felt to have that much control over him, watching his face scrunch up until he just gave in, spilling inside me way sooner than he probably wanted, but honestly, that just made the whole thing hotter for me.