Hot And Horny Victoria

We'd barely stepped inside before she had me pinned. Her mouth tasted like she hadn't kissed anyone in years, hungry and sloppy, like she'd spent all that time starving for it. Clothes went flying—hers, mine, didn't matter. She wrapped her fingers around my cock before I was even hard, stroking like she owned it. I grabbed her ass, thick and warm, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. She grinned, breath hot against my neck. Then she dropped, knees hitting tile, and took me deep in one greedy swallow. Tight, wet, no hesitation. Her tongue worked me like she was making up for lost time. I could feel her throat clench around the head every time she pushed further. Spittle ran down my balls. When I yanked her up and bent her over the counter, she spread her legs and arched like a damn invitation. No teasing, no slow build—just one long, hard thrust and I was buried to the hilt. We fucked like we'd both been holding this in forever, all slick skin and grunts, her cunt squeezing me every stroke. We didn't pace ourselves. Didn't hold back. Just raw, desperate rhythm, and we both knew it wasn't going to last long.