Hazel Wants A Load Of Cum

Hazel strolled in wearing lingerie that hugged every curve. Damn, what a sight. My cock got hard fast enough to spin a top. I dropped trou, flipped her onto her knees, and sank balls-deep into that soaking slit while she gasped like she’d touched a live wire. We hammered away—me gripping her hips like handlebars, her shoving back for every inch—until her whole body locked up and a long, grateful moan slipped out. Only then did I let go, pumping her full while her walls fluttered and tried to squeeze every drop out of me. Light at the end, my friend.