Naked Scripts
he snarls, clamping a hand over my mouth, and starts pounding.
Every thrust slams me into the wood. My tits bounce out of the crop top, nipples scraping papers. Wet slaps fill the room, mixed with my muffled moans.
“Nnngh—mmph—so big—”
He pulls my hair, arching my back. “You take it so well, Chloe. Such a perfect little slut for Professor’s cock.”
I come hard, pussy spasming, squirting down his balls. He grunts approval and speeds up, hips snapping brutally.