Tommy King Takes BBC

Tommy King had that look. The kind you feel in your gut. She pushed her skirt higher, spreading wider for Damion Dayski, already wet before he touched her. He took his time, thick cock glistening, her slick heat stretching slow around every vein. She moaned through clenched teeth as he went deeper, her walls clutching like they meant to keep him there. Each thrust knocked her forward, knees sliding on the sheets. Her fingers clawed at the bed, breath jagged, her pussy swollen and hungry. He grabbed her hips hard, pulling her back into every punishing stroke, balls slapping against her, filling her to the last inch. Tommy arched, eyes half-lidded, drunk on the stretch, the heat, the rhythm. Damion fucked her like he owned her, and she let him. Sweat slicked her back, her cunt gripping him in wet pulses that didn't stop.