Lola Gets Pounded And Creamed

Lola shows up at my door looking for Alex. She’s early, hair catching the light, mouth already halfway into a question. Gym’s holding him hostage, so she decides to wait inside. That’s when the plan changes. One second she’s scrolling on her phone, the next her tongue’s sliding along my shaft like we’ve been skipping the small talk for years. I don’t stop her; my cock’s got no complaints and neither do I. She’s soaked, flushed, and literally offering. I flip her over, face to the cushions, hips up, and sink straight into that tight, needy heat. Every thrust knocks a little higher sound out of her until she’s gasping my name like it’s the last word she knows. When I pull back she spreads herself open, begging for the mess. I give it to her—thick, hot, right across her folds while her fingers hold everything apart. She’s all sweet smiles and filthy promises, and I’m already hard again before the first drip hits the floor.