Jill putting Alma in mating press

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"You look so cute down there," Alma muttered, her hands tangled in Jill's hair as the other girl laid atop her, face pressed between her tits. Those tits were big enough to almost envelop Jill's head entirely, and the bartender had been in the middle of enjoying that feeling when she suddenly felt called out.

With her hands atop Alma's meaty thighs, she had pressed them back to settle atop her, and was in the middle of a slow, relaxingly-paced rhythm when her cheeks flushed. She pulled her head back, using her grip on Alma's thighs to support herself as she lifted up, giving Alma a couple of rough thrusts, as if to remind her of what they were actually doing. "I have you in a mating press. You're supposed to—"

"What? You want me to just lie here and moan for you?" Alma asked, her lips curling into a grin. "I'm afraid that you have to earn that one, hun." Jill rolled her eyes, but Alma pulled her head back down again to press a deep kiss against her lips, lamenting the fact that she couldn't wrap her legs around Jill's comparatively smaller frame. In her head, Jill pictured what she wanted: Alma's head thrown back, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she was bred, and she silently promised herself that she would get exactly that.

As she sated Alma with the kiss, her hands moved up to the inside of the woman's knees, and after moving her feet up to settle them alongside Alma's hips, she began to thrust down with a rougher pace—the roughest one that the bartender could manage. Alma must have been caught off-guard, because she pulled away from the kiss, looked up at Jill and then leaned her head forward again, laying it against Jill's while she looked deep into her eyes.

"You wanna give me the best you've got? Really make me crazy? Go on, then. Breed me. Breed me good, babe." Those words from Alma were all the drive that Jill needed, and as they settled in her mind she settled into the rougher rhythm, finding a way to make it comfortable enough that she could keep it up without slipping. The tightness of Alma's pussy, the way that it gripped tightly onto Jill's cock—it was too much. Each thrust became a slam, and each slam had Jill's cock buried deep in Alma's hungry cunt, pulling out again becoming more difficult by the minute as Alma's orgasm came and her cunt tightened even further.

When Jill's own orgasm came, she got exactly what she had wanted. Alma's head thrown back, an expression of ecstacy on her face, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back and she moaned out in undeniable pleasure.