
Kevin's got his fireman getup on for a quick shoot, and Amylee can't wipe the grin off her face. She snaps the photos—helmet, jacket hanging open, boots planted wide—then the camera drops. Kevin steps in, lifts her like the real deal, and pins her against the wall. His gloved hands yank her shorts down fast. Her back hits the drywall, legs wrap his waist, and he drives straight into her, bare and hard. The coat swings open every thrust, brushing her thighs while her nails dig into the thick fabric over his shoulders. He grinds deep, sweat already sliding down his neck, and she laughs between moans, loving every over-the-top second of it.
Kevin's got his fireman getup on for a quick shoot, and Amylee can't wipe the grin off her face. She snaps the photos—helmet, jacket hanging open, boots planted wide—then the camera drops. Kevin steps in, lifts her like the real deal, and pins her against the wall. His gloved hands yank her shorts down fast. Her back hits the drywall, legs wrap his waist, and he drives straight into her, bare and hard. The coat swings open every thrust, brushing her thighs while her nails dig into the thick fabric over his shoulders. He grinds deep, sweat already sliding down his neck, and she laughs between moans, loving every over-the-top second of it.