The Girls Next Door #02

Leslie nails Oliver against the wall like she has ten minutes left on the clock. Two million dollars. One wet, throbbing pussy. She opens her legs and invites him in. He fights it for three full seconds, then his brain shorts out. That slick heat pulls him under fast. They slam into each other like they both already know it’s a mistake and still can’t stop. Her breath catches every time his hips smack against hers, leaving red fingerprints. She cusses, she moans, she won’t let go. When he’s right on the edge, she leans back, opens wider, and takes it all. Oliver’s release spills across the smooth curve of her ass, warm and shiny against pale skin, dripping down while they’re both still panting like the room might blow up around them.