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Alex Morgan straddles Casper Randall and sinks down onto his cock in one slow drop that makes them both exhale hard, then starts to ride with full strokes — hips lifting until just the tip remains before crashing back down. His thighs spread wide across Casper’s lap, body hair rasping together as the bounce picks up speed and the slap of skin fills the room. Casper grips his waist and drives up to meet each descent, the angle hitting deep enough that Alex’s rhythm stutters and turns urgent. Morning light barely in the room and they’re both already close, sweat-slick and grinding through the finish.
