Please Make Me Lesbian #11

The scene opens with two sweaty bodies tangled on cheap hotel sheets, a dim lamp catching every dirty detail. She grabs his ass, nails digging in, and yanks him deeper while her legs lock around him like she owns the whole fuck. He pounds her hard enough to rattle the headboard, each thrust slapping skin and making those full tits bounce like they’re trying to escape. Sweat runs down his back, slicking his chest against hers, their breath loud and ragged. She grins up at him, filthy and cocky, lips red and swollen, and tells him to give it to her harder, like she’s daring him to break the bed before checkout. He laughs once, short and rough, then does exactly that, hips snapping with the kind of rhythm that says he knows damn well how good his cock feels inside her and he’s not planning to slow down for anyone.