Joanna Angel - Super Horny Fun Time

Her thighs were still shaking from the last orgasm when he grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. No warning, just pure hunger. He spit on his cock, rubbed the head against her soaked pussy, then slammed back in like he fucking owned it. She yelped and grabbed the sheets. Every thrust made wet sounds echo off the walls, skin slapping harder, faster. He bent forward, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other squeezing her tit, rolling the nipple between rough fingers. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her stomach. She begged louder, voice cracking, but he didn’t slow down. He wanted her to feel it tomorrow, wanted her walking funny, every step a filthy reminder. He pulled out, flipped her over, dragged her hips up, and shoved back in. Her face buried in the pillow, ass up, taking every inch like she was made for it. His thumb pressed into her tight hole, teasing, pushing just enough to make her shudder and beg again. He pounded harder, grunting, sweat slicking their bodies. When he finally came, it was deep, rough, like he was marking territory. He stayed buried inside her, hips twitching, catching his breath, already wondering how soon he could do it all over again.