Demi's Down To Fuck

She showed up grinning like she’d just won the jackpot—because she had. Demi loves the idea of being split open on my cock, and the second she stepped inside, that hunger rolled off her in waves. Big smile. Pretty lips parted. All but saying, “please ruin me.” So I did. I bent her until the only thing keeping her upright was how hard I held her hips, then slid every inch I had into that eager little pussy like it was made to take me. She kept chirping that she was my happy girl. Music to my ears. When I finally unloaded, she stayed right where she was, pulsing around the mess I pumped into her like the day couldn’t get any better. Good thing neither of us planned on stopping there.