The beauty and the beast

Alexis looked like she’d break if you kissed her too hard, but the fucking truth was this sweet little thing only came alive when something big and rough came at her. A girl like that doesn’t want careful hands—she’s starving for cock that’ll split her open and pound her stupid. Every time that beast of a man slammed her down and drove his dick deep, she moaned like she’d found god between his legs. Her pussy clenched around the thick, aching length he gave her, hips grinding up for more, begging without words. Fingers dug into hard muscle, nails scraping, leaving red lines while she spread wide and took every savage thrust. Sweat-slick and breathless, she rocked back onto him, demanding he wreck her, give her every dirty, desperate inch. No sweet words. Just loud, slick slaps and the raw grind of skin on skin as he buried himself again and again, making sure her tight little cunt never forgot who owned it tonight.