C180 Leaving His Cock, Chasing Fire.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Reed groaned, thrusting in, his veiny hands spreading my thighs wide.

The hotel room smelt like expensive cologne, clean sheets, and sex. Our brunch date was long forgotten.

“Yeah, just like that,” my moans echoed off the suite’s walls. I clawed at his back, legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust deep and smooth.

Classic missionary. All on display. He kissed my jaw