Fucking. Aint It Grand?
The beautiful and exciting Roxanne, up on all fours, her back arched provocatively.
Her long black hair is clenched in my fists, and I’m pulling, I’m pulling her back with all my might as I’m thrusting my hips forward to meet her.
Each pull, each thrust elicits cries of pleasure that are music to not only my ears, but my heart as well.
My cock brings her cries, it has become a tool in my domination of her, a tool for cruelty and pleasure, an energetic force in and of itself, hard and throbbing as it violently ravages her body.
She loved it, she still felt it the next morning, and she is coming back for more. Life couldn’t be better.