Fantasy Fun

Heat smacks me the second they hit the sheets. No hesitating. Codey grips Charlie’s hips and drives in so deep her breath catches like it got punched out of her. She pushes back, hungry, taking every inch until her ass meets his thighs. Sweat slides down her spine. He swears under his breath, voice low, and starts pounding her like the bed owes him money. Skin slaps. The wet sound of slick heat. She bites the pillow and moans louder when his thumb circles her tight rim, testing, then pushing inside. She almost laughs from the filthy stretch of it. He doesn’t stop moving. Every thrust knocks her forward, breasts pressed flat to the mattress, his grip bruising. He works her open with that thumb, dirty and relentless, while his cock slams into her cunt like it’s trying to fuck the attitude right out of her. Charlie curses back at him, breathless, grinding down harder. Their bodies lock together, raw and soaked, like they’re racing to see who comes first.