Romi Rain In 'Prime Milf'

James gets off the couch and grabs the note his dad left. Typical — the guy’s never around when it counts. He folds it up and heads outside where Romi’s stretched out on the lounge chair in that tiny black bikini, tan lines cutting across her ass. Dad’s off playing corporate hero again, so the coast is clear. She sits up, already scowling. James doesn’t waste time. He grabs her wrist hard, yanks her up, and kisses her rough. Romi tastes like tequila and bad decisions. He spins her, rips the top down so her tits spill out, palms them hard, thumbs flicking over her nipples. She spits out how much she hates his dad between gasps while James shoves her face-down on the cushions and yanks the bottoms aside. He slaps her ass red, lines up, and drives in dry and fast. She moans into the pillow, cunt clenching around his cock like she’s been waiting. He fucks her mean — short, vicious strokes that slap skin and make her tits bounce against the chair. Romi curses the old man’s name, pushes back to meet every thrust, and when the orgasm finally rips through her she shakes so hard James has to pin her down by the neck. He doesn’t stop until he empties himself deep, breeding her like it’s owed.