Lana Likes A Strong Cock

Lana Smalls stretched across the bed in that tight green lace, fingers rubbing slow circles between her thighs. The fabric clung wet where she pressed harder. She moaned low, hips lifting, breath catching. Then the door opened and John Strong was there, yanking her up by the hair before she could finish. He shoved his cock between her lips and drove deep. Her throat tightened, spit spilling down her chin, but he held her steady, thrusting until her eyes watered and her mascara ran. She gagged, throat working around him, green lace still pulled aside, pussy aching and untouched while he used her mouth hard.