She Loves the Bad Guys

Amirah Adara knows the type. She spots the rough edge and moves in. Two of them. Hard stares. Sharp smiles. The kind that don’t ask twice. She likes the way they take over the room without trying. Clothes come off fast. One cock in her mouth, the other sliding between her ass cheeks. She bends for it. Spreads. They work her open, one after the other, until both holes stay full and she stops thinking in words. They fuck like they own the time. She takes it all—every thrust, every slap—until they pull out and paint her face. She licks her lips, still breathing hard, still smiling.