She starts in nothing but a ripped nightgown that peels off fast—one arm yanked down, fabric stuck to her skin as he pins her. No foreplay, just cock slamming past lips, gagging sounds drowning out the bedframe’s creak. Thick strands of drool stretch between them when she pulls back for air before taking it deeper. Sheets soaked where their bodies smack together—his chest glistening with sweat as he grinds into her face. Final shot: wrecked makeup smeared on the pillow beside him when he spills down her throat.
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