Chanel Camryn Backdoor Pounding

Chanel wanted it deep. No half-assed bull. Just the kind of thick cock that splits her open and keeps pushing till she's full. Isiah knew what she needed before she said it. He had her on her stomach, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other spreading her open. When he sank in, slow at first, she felt every goddamn inch. Her breath came short. Her eyes rolled. He didn’t talk sweet. Just drove into her like he meant it, hips snapping, sweat sliding down his back, her face buried in the sheets while her body took everything he gave her.