Rose stumbled in after work, still in her tight skirt and blouse, heels kicked off at the door. Stress melted away the second she saw him waiting, shirtless, tattoos glowing under blue neon. She stripped fast, crawled onto the blue sheets on all fours, ass up. He stepped behind her, yanked her panties aside, and pushed in deep—one slow thrust that made her gasp and arch. Then the pace turned rough: hands gripping her hips, pulling her back hard onto every thick stroke, ass rippling, headboard thumping, her curly hair swinging. She dropped to her elbows, moaning into the sheets while he fisted her hair and tugged her head back. Flipped her onto her back—legs hooked over his arms, knees to chest—he pounded deeper. Her fingers flew to her clit; she came hard, clenching around him, crying out. He flipped her again, straddled her thighs, pinned her down, and ground in slow then fast until he buried deep and filled her up, both breathing heavy in the sticky, blue-lit aftermath. Work? Forgotten. Just the warm pulse and her ankle chain jingling faintly as she stretched.
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Rose stumbled in after work, still in her tight skirt and blouse, heels kicked off at the door. Stress melted away the second she saw him waiting, shirtless, tattoos glowing under blue neon. She stripped fast, crawled onto the blue sheets on all fours, ass up. He stepped behind her, yanked her...
Rose stumbled in after work, still in her tight skirt and blouse, heels kicked off at the door. Stress melted away the second she saw him waiting, shirtless, tattoos glowing under blue neon. She stripped fast, crawled onto the blue sheets on all fours, ass up. He stepped behind her, yanked her panties aside, and pushed in deep—one slow thrust that made her gasp and arch. Then the pace turned rough: hands gripping her hips, pulling her back hard onto every thick stroke, ass rippling, headboard thumping, her curly hair swinging. She dropped to her elbows, moaning into the sheets while he fisted her hair and tugged her head back. Flipped her onto her back—legs hooked over his arms, knees to chest—he pounded deeper. Her fingers flew to her clit; she came hard, clenching around him, crying out. He flipped her again, straddled her thighs, pinned her down, and ground in slow then fast until he buried deep and filled her up, both breathing heavy in the sticky, blue-lit aftermath. Work? Forgotten. Just the warm pulse and her ankle chain jingling faintly as she stretched.
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