Game, Set, Match: Anna Foxxx and Johnny Castle

Ana Foxxx had Johnny Castle over after their latest lesson, both of them still sweating from the sun. She poured lemonade, then pressed closer, letting her hand linger on his chest until he got the message. The kitchen didn’t stay innocent long. She wanted more—wanted him rough, wanted to be used—and he answered by bending her over the counter first, then yanking her into the next room where rope waited. Bent forward on all fours, wrists and ankles lashed to the frame, Ana’s dark hair spilled across her face as Johnny’s palm cracked across her ass again and again. He fed her his thick cock until spit ran down her chin, then drove straight into her soaked pussy, pounding her until her moans turned to screams and her body shook with orgasm after orgasm. He didn’t slow down; every thrust kept her coming. Later, on her back atop a table, legs spread wide, Johnny fucked her without mercy—hard, relentless strokes that pushed her past every limit until she was trembling, breathless, and spent.