Buttfuck Fanatic

Shalina pushes open the door and mutters that she needs a hand, fast. She blurts it out: every waking minute she’s picturing a fat cock stretching her asshole, and she can’t turn the picture off. Stone gestures to the couch without batting an eye. The second she’s on her knees, he lines up behind her, spits on his palm, and works two slick fingers into her tight ring. Her breath hitches, then she rocks back, shoving herself onto the digits like she’s starving. He swaps fingers for his cock in one smooth thrust, sinks in balls-deep, and gives her the rhythm she’s been dying for—hard, steady, no teasing. She groans loud enough to rattle the diplomas on the wall while he pounds her ass open and keeps the dirty talk filthy enough to make her come twice before he finally unloads deep inside her.