Who says a love story can’t be hardcore, all-holes-tagged, wet, nasty, rough sex?
On her hands and knees, the sinewy muscles of her naked back jerked with each thrust I pushed into her. I had her long black hair pulled back, tightly gripped into a wad in my hand. I yanked it harder, pulling her face up so I could see the expressions on her face in the large wall mirror at the head of the bed. “Oh god, fuck me!” She screamed and moaned as sweat ran down her face and...Read On