Mark pulled his thick cock slowly from Lisa’s still-twitching ass, watching the way the tight ring clung to him before releasing with a soft, wet sound. Her hole stayed slightly open for a moment, glistening, before closing again. He spun her around on the counter with easy strength, lifting and settling her on the edge so she faced him fully. Her legs hung open, thighs shiny with her own juices. She was a beautiful, thoroughly used wreck—hair messy and stuck to her damp forehead, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Her heavy breasts were covered in layers of bite marks, spit, and faint red handprints. Both her pussy and ass leaked steadily, a mix of her arousal running down onto the marble. Yet her eyes remained dark and hungry, still locked on his cock.“Beg for my cum,” he commanded, voice rough with restrained need. He stood between her spread thighs and stroked his throbbing shaft inches from her face and tits, the head still shiny with her juices, veins standing out, the whole length
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