Jazmine Leih and Chris Charming

Jazmine Leih wants it raw. She offers herself up and Chris Charming takes the gift. The room stays dark. Leather bites at her wrists while his hands spread her open. He moves in rough, shoves deep. She grunts, half pain, half heat, every thrust hitting harder than the last. Her breath hitches when he switches angles. She feels herself stretch, the burn turning sharp, then electric. Sweat slides down her spine, and he pins her flat, hips snapping until her voice cracks on his name. He doesn’t slow down. He grinds, pulls out, slams back in, and she arches to meet him every time. The slap of skin echoes. She shakes, legs trembling, wrists burning, and still begs with her body for more. He leans close, teeth on her shoulder, and keeps driving until the line between pain and pleasure snaps. She comes hard, gasping, muscles clenching tight around him. He follows right after, buried to the root, both of them spent in the dark.