Brooklyn Gray - ToughLove

Parking garage swallowed me whole and spit me into some strange mirror place. I met her at the concrete bend between level three and four. Same eyes, same long shoulders, same exact walk, except she filled out a tight black skirt and her tits strained against silk. My mouth dried out just looking at her cunt-smooth jaw and full lips. We kissed like we were already inside each other, tongues rough, teeth clashing, her hand yanking my belt loose. I shoved her ass back against a dusty windshield, flipped that skirt up, and jammed two fingers straight in. She was soaked, dripping down my wrist, clit already swollen and begging. I dropped, dragged my tongue between her folds, sucked hard while she grabbed my hair and rode my face. She came shaking, thighs clamped round my head, then flipped me on the hood, unzipped, and slid that wet heat down my cock in one greedy drop. I fucked myself hard, pumping into that perfect slick grip, every thrust slamming her against the metal, tits bouncing, our moans echoing through the empty garage. When she clenched and came again, she milked me straight into her, hot and pulsing. I looked up, saw my own wrecked reflection in her eyes, and knew what every cocky bastard means when they tell me to go fuck myself. I already did. And it still feels fucking perfect.