POV Playtime

The door slams shut. Mills gets shoved against the wall, skirt up, Derrick behind her like he owns the place. He rips her panties aside and slams into her with zero mercy. Millie moans through gritted teeth, taking every hard inch like it's the only thing keeping her upright. Legs shake. He spins her around and fucks her on the kitchen table, her ass slapping against cold wood with each brutal thrust. Sweat runs down her back. She pulls her tits out, fingers her clit while he hammers her. They switch to the couch next - her riding reverse, tits bouncing wild, Derrick gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. Fast. Hard. Filthy. He flips her face down and pounds her from behind until her screams turn hoarse. The kind of fucking that leaves marks. The kind that doesn't stop until he paints her ass white.