Choky Ice
Rocco's World Feet Obsession, Scene #02
He fucks like he’s trying to break her in half, Choky Ice ramming into her with short, vicious thrusts that make the bed slam against the wall. She grips the sheets, knuckles white, each thrust punching a grunt out of her throat. He holds her legs open, fingers digging into the soft skin behind her knees, watching himself disappear between her thighs. Sweat slides down his chest, drips onto her belly. She reaches up, drags her nails across his ribs hard enough to leave marks. He doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t ease up. Every stroke comes with the wet sound of skin meeting skin, the slap of his hips against her ass. She arches, trying to take more, trying to push him deeper. He answers by grinding in hard, holding there until she whimpers, until her walls clamp down tight. Then he starts again, faster, rougher, like he’s trying to fuck her right through the mattress and into the floor beneath it.
He fucks like he’s trying to break her in half, Choky Ice ramming into her with short, vicious thrusts that make the bed slam against the wall. She grips the sheets, knuckles white, each thrust punching a grunt out of her throat. He holds her legs open, fingers digging into the soft skin behind her knees, watching himself disappear between her thighs. Sweat slides down his chest, drips onto her belly. She reaches up, drags her nails across his ribs hard enough to leave marks. He doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t ease up. Every stroke comes with the wet sound of skin meeting skin, the slap of his hips against her ass. She arches, trying to take more, trying to push him deeper. He answers by grinding in hard, holding there until she whimpers, until her walls clamp down tight. Then he starts again, faster, rougher, like he’s trying to fuck her right through the mattress and into the floor beneath it.