Enter Silvia Saige

Silvia Saint sweeps into the room like trouble looking for a zip code. Dan feels his cock twitch the second her tits come into view. That body of hers is tight enough to break hearts and rules at the same time. Chemistry isn't the word - more like mutual addiction. He bends her over before she can catch her breath, palm cracking across her ass while she moans for more. Every slap pulls something out of both of them they didn't know they needed. The room gets thick with skin on skin and half-spoken filth. Silvia pushes back against him like she's daring the pain to catch up. Dan obliges. Again. Harder. Neither one pretends this is gentle.