Otto and Audrey return to TUF!

Otto and Audrey step back onto the Upper Floor. She’s already stripped, skin tight with anticipation, and Otto doesn’t waste a second. He grabs her wrist, twists it, pins her over the arm of the leather couch. Audrey’s black hair fans across the cushion. She pushes her hips back, offering. Otto tears the remaining lace from her waist and drives straight in, thick cock splitting her ass without warning. She gasps—short, raw, then settles into a long, needy moan. He sets a brutal rhythm, every thrust punching the air out of her lungs. Each stroke forces her wider, deeper, the sound slick and filthy. Audrey’s hands clutch the leather, knuckles white. Otto slaps her thigh, leaves a red mark blooming fast. She stays locked in place, taking it, back arched, ass flexing around him. The whole room watches, silent, hungry. Otto grips her hair, yanks her head up so they can see her face. Sweat rolls down her spine. He keeps pounding, relentless, until her legs tremble and her moans turn broken. Every inch of her is on display, every inch taken, and she never stops pushing back for more.