The Hunger - Scene 4

Lauren's home. Keys hit the floor. She finds Chris fresh off the plane, and the air snaps. They don't even bother with hello before the bedroom door closes. Phone in hand, she flips through clips of everything she's done while he was gone. Chris watches, jaw tight, cock already straining. He yanks her top open, buttons flying. Bra gone in one tug. Pants next. He bends her over the edge of the bed and drives into her without preamble. Every thrust is rough, hungry. Blonde hair swings. Heavy tits bounce. She keeps talking, feeding him the details, and he only fucks her harder. When he pulls out, thick ropes paint her pussy, dripping down her thighs while she laughs like she knew this was coming all along.