Lana Likes A Strong Cock

Lana Smalls stretches out on black sheets wearing nothing but emerald green lace. Her nipples push against the thin fabric, hard. Her hand slips under the crotchless cut of her panties and starts moving—slow at first, then faster, restless. She bites her lip until it goes white. A door opens. John Strong steps in, belt already undone. He grabs her by the hair, yanks her head back, and shoves his cock straight past her teeth. She gags once, twice, spit dripping down her chin while he fucks her throat in steady, brutal strokes. The lace clings, ruined. Tears run. She moans around him, wet and loud, eyes watering as the room fills with the sound of skin slapping and her desperate swallows.