Denise's Fantasy

Denise flips through those dirty pictures and suddenly she can’t sit still. Heat blooms between her legs. She slips two fingers under the lace, finds herself slick and aching. Her nipples tighten against the thin fabric of her top. Eyes closed, she pictures a strong chest, a thick cock standing ready, and the raw, perfect stretch when that hardness finally claims her—pounding deep, relentless, until the rush hits and leaves her trembling.