Tan lines smeared from mascara running, lips stretched obscenely around that first thick thrust—she knew what she wanted the second she locked eyes. No ‘hello,’ no teasing; just hands gripping hair like she’s been starving for this cock all damn day. Ass up on the couch one second, face-down on the kitchen counter the next—legs spread so wide you can see every slick inch glistening under those cheap overhead lights. He doesn’t ask permission; she doesn’t wait for it. Deepthroat gagging while his fingers pin her hips down, then flips her onto her back mid-cumshot because fuck rules.
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