All Her Holes Should Be Fucked Hard

I kept circling back to that night, replaying how every single one of her holes fucked me up in the best way, and I still get a little breathless thinking about it—we’d been flirting for weeks, but when we finally got to my place, the vibe shifted into something raw and unspoken. She peeled off her clothes slow, and I couldn’t stop staring at that big ass and the smooth, shaved look she had going on, which just made my hands itch to grab her. We started on the bed, but it wasn’t gentle or romantic—it was desperate, like we both needed to prove something. I took her from behind first, and the way she pushed back against me, taking me deep with this low moan, made my brain go blank. Then we switched it up, and I swear I lost track of time because every angle felt new and filthy, her body so open and willing. When she looked over her shoulder and told me not to stop, I gave her everything I had, feeling that tight heat squeeze me until I couldn’t hold back. The creampie was messy and perfect, and when I pulled out, the cumshot landed right across her skin, and she just laughed this dirty, satisfied laugh like we’d unlocked something. We collapsed in a heap, both of us slick and spent, and I remember thinking how we didn’t need words after that—the air was thick with what we’d done, and I knew we’d be doing it again real soon.