Grateful Doris

Toby keeps the girls safe, and they know it. When he steps in for Doris, she doesn’t reach for words. She lets her dress fall, offers the only thanks she has: her body, warm and willing. Toby takes her the way she offers—on the bed, legs spread wide, his thick cock sliding deep until her breath turns ragged. She moans like gratitude itself, hips rising to meet each thrust, and the night becomes nothing but the wet slap of skin and the heavy sound of her coming apart for him.