Aria Austin
Austin kicks the door shut and shoves me onto the mattress. He yanks my jeans down hard enough the zipper teeth pop, then plants both palms on my ass, spreading me open like he owns it. His cock slaps hot and heavy against my hole, already slick, and he drives straight in—no warning, just one long, greedy thrust that knocks a groan out of my chest. The slap of skin fills the room every time his hips crash into me, quick and sharp, like he’s scoring points. He leans over, teeth grazing my ear. “Gonna wreck this pretty hole before lunch,” he pants, then laughs under his breath, cocky as hell. Sweat beads on my back; he licks it off, never slowing the pace. Every stroke drags me farther up the bed, sheets bunching in my fists. When I finally come, I sound like I lost a bet, voice cracking, and he just chuckles, still buried deep, giving one last lazy grind like he’s finishing what he started.
Aria Austin
Austin kicks the door shut and shoves me onto the mattress. He yanks my jeans down hard enough the zipper teeth pop, then plants both palms on my ass, spreading me open like he owns it. His cock slaps hot and heavy against my hole, already slick, and he drives straight in—no warning, just one long, greedy thrust that knocks a groan out of my chest. The slap of skin fills the room every time his hips crash into me, quick and sharp, like he’s scoring points. He leans over, teeth grazing my ear. “Gonna wreck this pretty hole before lunch,” he pants, then laughs under his breath, cocky as hell. Sweat beads on my back; he licks it off, never slowing the pace. Every stroke drags me farther up the bed, sheets bunching in my fists. When I finally come, I sound like I lost a bet, voice cracking, and he just chuckles, still buried deep, giving one last lazy grind like he’s finishing what he started.
