DM My Derriere

Lorenzo Viota needed relief. He'd been scrolling through chats until Melanie Tucker replied, sharp and direct. When the photos arrived—her curves laid bare, light catching on pale skin and ink—he knew this wasn't small talk anymore. She sent more, teasing angles of her ass, the soft sway of her natural breasts. Lorenzo's focus narrowed. He wanted her bent for him, that ass open, taking everything he had. No more screens. He needed the real thing, deep and tight, and Melanie looked ready to give it.