Riding to get a look at her round ass

She straddled him slow, hips rolling just to tease—tight jeans hugging every curve, that round ass bouncing as she rode him doggystyle. He gripped her hips, groaned, ‘Fuck, morrita, you got the kinda pussy that makes a man forget his name.’ She laughed, leaned back, gave him a full view—no filter, no shame. Just sweat, heat, and the slick sound of skin on skin. Tinder didn’t stand a chance. This was real. This was hers.