She Craves My Cock And Nothing Else

So he texts me late, like almost midnight, "I'm outside." I'm already in my place, this dark room with grey sheets, completely naked under my robe because I couldn't wait. I open the door and he's there, covered in tattoos, this hungry look in his eye. We don't even make it to the bed at first—he pushes me against the wall, kissing me rough, his hands all over my inked skin, pulling my robe open.<br><br>We stumble to the couch and I'm trying to act cool, but my hands are shaking as I undo his jeans. Then he's on me, his mouth on my tits, his fingers sliding between my legs. I gasp when he finds how soaked I am, and he groans against my neck, already hard and pressing against my thigh.<br><br>I take him in my mouth, kneeling between his legs on the couch, making these wet sounds I can't help. My tattoos look dark against his skin, my hair falling in my face as I try to take him deeper. He pushes my head down gently, pull back with drool on my chin, looking up at him with this dazed smil

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