Sheril Blossom

Sheril's soaked and aching for it. Her eyes are locked on Dan like he owes her. He grabs her hips, pulls her close. She feels him pressing up hard against her. No games, no teasing—just raw need. Dan pushes in deep, rough, stretching her wide. She gasps. Every thrust hits that spot that makes her legs shake. He pounds her faster, harder, like he knows exactly what she wants. Sheril digs her nails into his back. She starts to break, body trembling. Dan doesn't let up. He keeps driving into her until she comes, loud and shaking, soaking him with every pulse.