"Lie down," she orders.

He does as he is told.

She straddles him and opens his shirt, button by button.

Her long hair grazes his chest. She keeps eye contact while rubbing against his crotch.

She's so horny, almost can't contain herself, wanting to ride into oblivion.

When she pulls her dress up, there is only glistening heat.

She looks at him with dark eyes, like a predator. He doesn't mind being her prey. His face, her throne.

Her command, crystal clear, "Make me come!"

After coating his face, she mumbles, "On to the next," as she leaves him heartbroken.