Candie Cross exists to be emptied into. No foreplay, no begging – just bent her over my couch, ripped her pants down, and slid my **** into her dripping ****. Slow, deep strokes to remind her what her tight little holes are for.
****** her steady until my needs changed… flipped her around, shoved that throat onto my ****, and came straight down her esophagus.
Free-use ***** don’t get romance. They get used.