Seeing Red With Little Puck

She's in red lingerie. Bright as blood under low light. Little Puck. Legs spread, already soaked. Vince Karter takes two steps in and drops her onto the bed like she weighs nothing. One yank and the lace is peeled aside. He sinks into her without a word, fills her deep, rough, exact. She gasps, sharp and quick. He starts thrusting. Hard. Each slam knocks the air out of her, pushes her back against the sheets. Her cunt grips him tight, wet, greedy. He fucks like he's claiming something owed. She takes every inch, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. Sweat beads, sheets twist, the slap of skin keeps time. No mercy. No questions. Just his cock driving into her, again and again, until she can't think straight and she's soaking the bed.