Backwards on him in my college uniform, skirt up, knees planted, facing the wall like I’ve been put in detention — but I’m anything but behaving. You don’t see my face in this one, just the bounce, the arch of my back, and his dick sliding in over and over again.

Every thrust hits different when I ride like this. You can see it all — how he stretches me open, how deep he gets, how my body gives in and takes more. The way I move isn’t slow, it’s hungry — bouncing like I know exactly what I’m doing and exactly what you’re here to see.

The uniform doesn’t stay neat for long. Shirt’s riding up, tie hanging loose, everything about this is just a little too messy to be innocent. And that view? You’ll feel like you’re right there behind us, watching every single inch disappear inside me.

You don’t need my face in this one — the way I ride says it all.
You like this angle? So do I.