Seeing Red With Little Puck

Red lace hugs Little Puck like it lost a fight with a wet dream, the fabric already damp where it matters. She backs that ass up and Vince doesn’t ask twice—just grabs, lines up, and sinks in until her cunt’s full and fluttering around every last inch. No ceremony, no tease. He fucks her hard enough the bed creaks and her juices make a filthy, rhythmic slap every time he bottoms out. Puck takes it with a grin that turns glassy-eyed once he hits that deep spot. Later, when he pulls out to paint her ruined lace, her thighs are slick and still twitching.