Rachael Cavalli - Super Horny Fun Time

Sam slid into Lila like he owned the minute. She was wet as sin, heat wrapping every inch of him while his hips punched forward. Her mouth dropped open and she grabbed fistfuls of the sheets like they might rescue her. Each thrust punched a whimper out of her, and she answered back with greedy little rolls of her hips, pulling him deeper every time he pulled out. He caught the rhythm, hard and steady, his palm flat on the small of her back, fingers digging in when her walls fluttered around him. Sweat slicked their skin; every slap of his hips against her ass sounded obscene and felt even better. He leaned in, teeth grazing her ear, breathed a cocky "knew you'd feel this fucking good," then drove in deeper just to watch her shake.