Marco Tibor
Thomas Williams. He fucks like the room might explode. Slow at first, hips grinding into her with a lazy rhythm, like he's got all night and plans to use every inch of it. Then he slams forward, hard enough to knock the breath out of her. Sweat drips from his chest onto her back. He grips her hips like he owns them, pulling her back onto him, deeper, meaner. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, wet and sharp. He leans down, teeth grazing the side of her neck, breath hot against her ear. "You like that?" he growls, voice low and rough. She moans into the sheets. He doesn't wait for an answer. Just keeps driving into her, relentless, like he's trying to fuck every secret out of her body. When he comes, he bites down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. Doesn't apologize. Just holds her there, breathing heavy, still buried deep inside her.
Marco Tibor
Thomas Williams. He fucks like the room might explode. Slow at first, hips grinding into her with a lazy rhythm, like he's got all night and plans to use every inch of it. Then he slams forward, hard enough to knock the breath out of her. Sweat drips from his chest onto her back. He grips her hips like he owns them, pulling her back onto him, deeper, meaner. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, wet and sharp. He leans down, teeth grazing the side of her neck, breath hot against her ear. "You like that?" he growls, voice low and rough. She moans into the sheets. He doesn't wait for an answer. Just keeps driving into her, relentless, like he's trying to fuck every secret out of her body. When he comes, he bites down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. Doesn't apologize. Just holds her there, breathing heavy, still buried deep inside her.