Carlos struggled against his Rose's hands as they pinned his to the exercise mats in the living room and he hunched his hips up trying to toss her off, but it only excited his opponent more as she rode the grapevine down on him hard, punching it and using her glutes to power it down. His knees and hip joints were burning from the pain of her relentless grapevine

She wasted no time, jumping him and securing a tight headlock and getting behind him. Rose worked the hold on tightly, her forearm digging into his throat, choking him. He fought her, grabbed the arm, but couldn't budge it. Gagging, he steadied himself as his female conqueror jerked and pulled the hold harder now, really powering into it and snapping his head 

She flipped him over and rolling him back into her legs for a brutal body scissors, her strong thighs locking up in front of his belly. Rose bore down hard and Carlos screamed

 
Rose then grabbed his shoulders, lifted her legs up around his waist and locked them tight

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Then the woman began to slowly pump her hips against his. She rotated her body against him in almost a corkscrew movement, her groin glued tightly against his. I could feel the heat from thighs and the tremble of tension in her glorious body

She squeezed with varying intensities to remind him she was in charge. He ran his hands over her thighs. They were massive and very firm. He tried to pull them apart in order to give his abdomen some relief, but he could not budge them