London is in the mood for some fun, and Kevin's face is right there for her. Dressed in sexy light blue lingerie, she climbs on and starts making herself comfortable, adjusting her hips slowly as she settles into place. This is about slow, pure pleasure, and his face is exactly what she wants to enjoy. Her movements are smooth and steady, her hips gently grinding against his face, shifting and rolling. “How’s that feel?” she asks. “Feels good for me. Your nose is actually in the perfect spot.” Her rhythm builds naturally, slow and steady, every shift meant for her own pleasure. She gives him air when she feels like it, not because he needs it, but because she wants the rhythm to stay exactly how she likes it. At one point, as Kevin starts trying to breathe through the tiny space just beneath her panties, she grins and says, “The air kinda feels nice right there,” before pressing back down and continuing to use his face. She turns around into a reverse facesitting and settles back in, grinding slowly as she shifts into place again. With his face now buried beneath her ass, she smirks and says, “You see, that’s really pushing your nose further.” She rides him in long, steady rolls, hips gliding smoothly. He starts to struggle a bit underneath her, and she notices it right away. “I just feel like you’re not struggling hard enough… it’s gotta be harder,” she says, clearly enjoying every bit of resistance he’s trying to hold onto. As time passes, the soft fabric of her lingerie clings tighter to her glistening skin. Her body grows warm, her hips slick with sweat, and Kevin’s face is soon coated in it. Soaked beneath her as she keeps him pinned, she pushes her hair back and laughs softly, “Starting to slide right off your face,” clearly amused by how slippery he’s become under her.
