Austin Taylor
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She drops her robe and steps in, thighs thick, nipples dark. I sit on the edge of the bed, already hard, staring at what she’s offering. No small talk. She climbs into my lap, grabs me, and sinks down slow—wet, tight, greedy. Her tits bounce in my face as she rides. I hold her waist, biting at the soft flesh, tasting sweat. She grinds harder, her cunt clenching like she needs me deeper. One hand grips my shoulder, the other reaches back to tease herself. Our breathing gets rough, messy. I flip her onto her back, shove her knees open, and slam in harder, hitting that spot that makes her curse under her breath. She claws at the sheets. Her voice breaks when she tells me not to stop. I don’t. We fuck like we’ve got something to prove—no names, no promises, just raw need and heat. Her legs shake. Mine too. We don’t stop until the room smells like sex and she’s shaking, spent, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack.
Austin Taylor
She drops her robe and steps in, thighs thick, nipples dark. I sit on the edge of the bed, already hard, staring at what she’s offering. No small talk. She climbs into my lap, grabs me, and sinks down slow—wet, tight, greedy. Her tits bounce in my face as she rides. I hold her waist, biting at the soft flesh, tasting sweat. She grinds harder, her cunt clenching like she needs me deeper. One hand grips my shoulder, the other reaches back to tease herself. Our breathing gets rough, messy. I flip her onto her back, shove her knees open, and slam in harder, hitting that spot that makes her curse under her breath. She claws at the sheets. Her voice breaks when she tells me not to stop. I don’t. We fuck like we’ve got something to prove—no names, no promises, just raw need and heat. Her legs shake. Mine too. We don’t stop until the room smells like sex and she’s shaking, spent, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack.