Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries
He rubbed the head against her soaked entrance.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, voice rough.
“I want it,” she gasped. “Please.”
He thrust into her in one deep stroke.
Elara cried out, her walls stretching around him. He fucked her on the kitchen island, hard and deep, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the house.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he groaned, gripping her hips.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her with powerful strokes. Elara’s breasts bounced with every thrust. She came again, screaming, her pussy clenching around him.
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