She didn’t expect him to be that rough. Tattoos dragging across the sheets as he flips her onto her stomach, knees digging into the mattress. His hands grip her hips hard enough to leave marks while he pounds into that tight ass from behind—no lube, no warning. She whimpers but doesn’t pull away; just arches back like she’s been waiting for this all night. Then he spins her around mid-thrust, mouth crashing onto hers as cum starts leaking down his shaft. Stockings still half-on, one leg tangled in the sheets while the other braces against his waist—this isn’t gentle. He’s not asking permission either.
