Super Cute Vol. 18

Layla mounts him like she's been starving for it. Her thighs strain, knees digging into the mattress, that tight cunt stretching around Codey's thick cock inch by inch. Sweat beads on her skin. Her breath catches sharp then releases ragged. Codey grips her hips hard, nails biting flesh, slamming her down when she hesitates, driving deeper until she groans. The bedframe creaks under the force. Her back arches, tits bouncing heavy with every brutal thrust. He doesn't ease up. Doesn't slow. Just fucks into her like he's trying to ruin something. She meets him halfway, greedy, riding hard, her wetness slicking them both. Teeth scrape teeth. Fingers tangle in hair. Nothing soft about this. Just heat, sweat, and the wet sound of skin meeting skin while the room fills with the slap of bodies and low, animal sounds neither one tries to hold back.