Charlotte Is Cock Hungry

Charlotte drops by and my day just hits the jackpot. She struts in looking like pure temptation—short dress, nothing underneath, that 'come get me' smirk. The heat’s already cracking between us, and we skip the polite chitchat, crash together on the couch. Clothes hit the floor fast; her lips wrap around my thick cock and she gives me the kind of greedy slurp that makes my toes curl. I flip her onto the cushions, spread those smooth legs wide, and sink into that slick, tight heat. She arches, grabs the cushions, gasps my name while I pound her nice and deep. The wet slap of skin fills the room. When I’m close, she wraps her thighs around me and pulls me all the way in. One last thrust and I empty everything inside her, pulse after pulse, her whole body trembling around me.