Bianca’s skirt was still bunched around her waist, her legs parted wide, revealing her pussy in full display, thighs trembling from the orgasm he’d just torn out of her. Then she felt Carlos’s cock, thick, heavy and hard pressing against her. He rubbed the blunt head of his cock against her soaked entrance, teasing her, sliding through her pussy but never pushing in. “Look at you,” Carlos murmured, his eyes roaming Bianca’s body. “So fucking wet for me.” She lifted her head, watching him between her legs. His pants were shoved halfway down, his abs tight with restraint. His cock throbbed in his grip, already slick with precum. Carlos gripped her thighs and shoved them higher, forcing her knees to her chest. “Don’t hold back,” she breathed. “I can take it.” Carlos smirked. “No, sweetheart,” he rasped, dragging the head of his cock against her soaked slit. “You’ll fucking feel it. Every inch.” With one brutal thrust, he slammed into her. Her mouth parted in a silent cry
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