Booty and the Beast

Damon Dice comes at Abella like he’s starving. He grabs her hips, spreads her open, and drives straight in, stretching that tight, hairy little hole until her natural tits bounce and her toes curl hard against the sheets. She moans, low and filthy, mouth open, letting him fuck her face first—sloppy, wet, deep enough to make her eyes water. Then he flips her. She’s on her stomach now, face buried, ass up, while he slams into her again, rough and relentless. Her feet flex, toes spread, soles slick with sweat. Every thrust knocks another scream loose. He doesn’t slow down. He just keeps using her, deeper, harder, until the bed creaks and her voice breaks.