He can’t stop drooling over my thighs. Knowing my legs drive him wild, and he’s on his knees, kissing my thighs like they’re his world, sucking and vacuuming my skin with desperate little moans. I tease him, smirking, “You love these thighs, don’t you?” He’s rock hard, sliding his cock between them, fucking slow at first, then wild in every position standing, lying down, me squeezing him tight. My thighs grip him, making him beg, his lips still worshipping my skin. I’m in control, my legs his obsession, camera catching every thrust and quiver. At the end, he loses it, cumming hard all over my thighs, the mess dripping as I laugh. I own him and he loves it