Sinn Sage - Super Horny Fun Time

That scene hit at 9 sharp, her back arched like a bowstring. He had her bent over the edge of the bed, knees wide, ass up. Slick from the lube he’d smeared between her cheeks, his fingers still sticky. He pressed the head of his cock against that tight ring, pushed once slow, let her feel the stretch. She let out a low, wet sound—half moan, half curse. He grinned, grabbed her hips, and buried every inch until his balls tapped her dripping cunt. Thrust in deep, stayed there a second to let her catch breath, then started fucking like he meant it. Hard. Steady. The slap of skin on skin, the grind of her against the mattress, the sloppy sounds from both holes getting used. Her hands clawed at the sheets, breath breaking into short, hungry little grunts every time he drove in. He kept a filthy rhythm, splitting her wide, pushing deeper till she was shaking. Sweat ran down his spine. The room smelled like sex and heat. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t need to be. She pushed back for more every time, and he gave it. Raw. Unfussy. Cock-first and proud.