Ta gueule et baise-moi — Hardcore dom HD

cherry glazed was just trying to lose herself in a book that quiet afternoon, sprawled out on the couch in nothing but a tiny tank top and lace shorts, when my guy decided peace was off the table—he slid up behind me, his breath already hot on my neck, and before I could even mark my page he had his hands all over my thighs, that rough grip yanking me into his lap while his mouth found my skin like he was starving for it, nipping down my shoulder and whispering in that thick French Canadian accent for me to shut up and take it, and honestly, the way his tongue dragged over my collarbone made me forget whatever sentence I was reading, his fingers slipping under the lace to tease me until I was arching back hard against his chest, feeling him grin against my ear as he tugged my shorts aside and pushed into me from behind, slow at first but then relentless, each thrust knocking the breath out of me while his palm clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, the book abandoned on the floor, my legs shaking as he growled at me to be quiet for the neighbors, and that raw, dom energy just flipped a switch where I stopped thinking and just felt every bit of him, bodies sticky and urgent, the afternoon sun burning through the blinds on us until we collapsed in a sweaty heap, my book completely forgotten.