Girlztown #01

These two had just wrapped a conversation about cheating girlfriends. Then she drops onto the couch, thighs open, and he follows without asking. He pushes inside in one hard thrust and she takes every inch, nails digging into the cushions. They fuck raw—grunting, slick skin smacking, no rhythm at first, just hunger. He grabs her hips, slams her back into his thrusts, the couch squeaking under them. She arches, pulls him deeper, and they roll until she’s riding him hard, sweat running down her spine. He drives up from beneath, fingers buried in her ass cheeks, while she circles her hips like she can’t stop. The wet slap of her pussy on him echoes, dirty and loud. They come messy, shaking, her forehead pressed to his chest, both breathing like they’ve outrun something dangerous.