Hot Bodies Vol. 5

The needle work on her tits catches his eye first. Black ink lines cut across skin that strains against her top. Payton stands still, breathing heavy, but she keeps her eyes on him. Ramon steps in, runs his fingers across her collarbone, then lower. Her breath catches. He doesn’t ask twice. He grabs her, spins her around, shoves her front down onto the bed. Her breasts flatten against the sheets. She arches her back, pushes her ass up, waiting. He jerks her shorts down, watches the fabric cling to the curve of her hips before they drop. Her black lace thong disappears under his thumb. He moves fast, pushing her legs wider, lining himself up. One hard thrust and she feels all of him, thick and deep, stretching her. He grips her waist, pulls her back to meet every thrust. The sound is wet, urgent. He doesn’t slow down. She bites the sheet, moaning into it, her shoulders tensing, ink rippling with every impact. Sweat beads on her back. Ramon fucks harder, hips snapping forward, until the headboard cracks against the wall and the air is nothing but flesh meeting flesh.