Farewell Work, Hello Pleasure

Angelica's had one bitch of a day, so she's done messing around. She grabs her phone, rings Raul, and tells him straight up—she wants that cock right now, buried deep in her tight little ass. The moment he walks through the door she’s on him, stripping him down, shoving him onto the couch. No warm-up, no sweet talk. Just her riding him, taking him all the way to the root, moaning like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. Raul grips her hips, pounds up into her, and she laughs through gritted teeth because this—THIS—is exactly what her body’s been screaming for.