Hormone Riot

Spring hits hard. Hormones run hotter than the lengthening days. Timea walks into the meat market and comes out with Totti and that thick cock. She pulls him straight to the nearest bed, drops to her knees, and wraps her lips around the swollen head. Slow at first, then greedy, taking more of him until her eyes water and spit runs down her chin. He grips her dark hair, fucks her throat, and she hums around him like she’s been starving. When he’s slick and throbbing, she stands, turns, and bends. One long stroke and he’s buried to the balls. Her moans turn sharp as he pounds her from behind, skin slapping, bodies rocking. He pulls out at the last second, spins her, and paints her pretty face in thick, hot ropes. She licks her lips, smiling through the mess, satisfied.