Mi bonita

Bonita turns small talk filthy fast. The second she wants a man she pictures him naked, above her, inside her. Tonight that look lands on her companion and the room thickens. She leans in, steers every word toward heat, until he stops speaking and starts proving. He takes her like he owns the silence, holding her face so she watches every thrust sink deep into her smooth cunt. Fast. Hard. Precise. The conversation ends exactly where she steered it: his cock driving in, her eyes locked on him, legs spread and taking it all.