New Flame's Bedroom: Did He Fuck Her Right After The Breakup?

The cheap motel room smelled like stale beer and desperate sex, a stark contrast to the expensive cologne she’d been sniffing with her ex. But now, pressed against the worn mattress, the scent was pure musk and hot skin. Her new fucktoy, a hulking brunette, had her pinned beneath him, his cock already slicking against her wet pussy. He didn't ask; he just drove in, a deep, guttural thrust that made her gasp—a sound that tasted like salt on his tongue. "Fuck me harder!" she shrieked, arching her back to meet the relentless pounding. His hands gripped her massive tits, squeezing them until they felt bruised and heavy. He leaned down, burying his face between her breasts, inhaling the scent of her arousal before taking a savage nip. "Take my cock deep," he growled, his rhythm becoming primal. She felt the delicious friction build, the slick slide of him filling her completely. With a final, shuddering groan, he buried his face in her neck and roared, "Cum inside me!" A hot flood of cum erupted, spilling down her inner thighs. She squeezed her legs tight around his waist, already begging for more of that raw ass-pounding bliss.