Prensley is back!

She’s back. The same girl, the same hunger. Regina drops onto the sheets like she owns them, dark hair spilling over her shoulders, a smile that says she already knows how this ends. She turns, lifts her hips, and shows exactly where she wants the attention. He doesn’t make her wait. One long, steady push and he’s buried to the root in her ass, stretching her open while she bites the pillow and pushes back for more. Every stroke is deep, deliberate, the kind that makes her moan from somewhere low in her chest. When he’s ready he pulls free, paints her pretty face with thick ropes, and she looks straight at the camera like the mess was the point all along.