Can't Get Enough of Zoey

Zoey Uso stood outside, soaked in sunlight. That tiny red dress barely hid anything—the fabric strained across her tits, cutting straight up her ass. She teased it off, inch by inch, until the whole thing slid down her legs and left her bare. Water hit her skin, dripping over her nipples, tracing down her stomach. She stretched, soaking it in, hips rocking like the sun was fucking her already. Then she turned, walked inside, and the sun had nothing on what was waiting. Zac Wild pulled her into the dark, hands on her waist, mouth at her throat. She grabbed him, grinding against his cock through his jeans, eyes locked on his. He shoved her onto the bed and spread her open, fingers digging hard enough to leave marks. She took every thrust like she’d been starving for it—wet, raw, desperate, hips slamming up to meet him. Sunlight be damned. This was filthier, hotter, and she wanted every drop.