Super Cute Vol. 17

Jade Valentine hit the lights like a warning shot. Short hair, pretty as a church girl on a bender, ass round and heavy like it owed someone money. Made to take a pounding. She met Lucas Frost in a hallway that smelled like smoke and sweat. He walked heavy, cock already pushing at his zipper, thick enough to make her swallow air. Neither of them smiled. Jade turned, planted her palms on the cold wall, hips kicked back like an invitation. Lucas didn’t hesitate. He spit, rubbed the wet between her cheeks, then pushed in—slow at first, then mean. She hissed, forehead against plaster, but stayed open, took every inch until his hips slapped her ass loud enough to echo down the corridor. He grabbed fistfuls, left red marks, drove deeper with short, hard strokes. Jade pushed back, greedy, mouth open but quiet, like the sound got caught somewhere behind her teeth. Every thrust shook her. Sweat slipped down her spine. Lucas leaned in, teeth on her shoulder, breathing like he wanted to break her and keep the pieces. She took it, ass rippling, hole stretched tight around him, no mercy asked for and none given. The scene burned slow, dirty, and finished with him emptying inside her while she shuddered through the aftershocks, legs barely holding.