Sinful Deep

Nothing beats an afternoon like this. Charlotte Sins has you spread open and she’s not easing in. Her lips drag wet across your shaft, leaving you pulsing in her grip, and she smiles at how easy you break. When she asked for anal, you said yes without thinking. She laughed once, low and mean, then told you to face the other way. You aren’t fucking her today. She’s fucking you. Her strap sinks in slow, deliberate, every inch sinking deeper while she watches your shoulders lock. She pulls out just enough to make you shake, then pushes back in, setting the rhythm she wants. One hand lands on your ass, firm, a reminder. She keeps you right at the edge, pulling you back whenever you start to tip over, then driving you forward again. Sweat rolls down your spine. You can feel every drag of silicone inside you, every breath she takes while she decides how much you get. She leans in close, voice hot against your ear, and tells you not to come until she says. You try. You fail. She laughs again, quieter this time, and keeps going.