Ramona

Ramona prefers men to machines. She wants the real thing. She lies back, dark hair spilling across the sheets, and parts her legs for his fingers first. He works her cunt open, slow and steady, until she’s dripping. Then he pushes her thighs higher, presses the head of his cock to her tight hole, and sinks in. Ramona takes every inch. Her breath catches. Her fingers dig into the mattress. He fucks her ass deep, steady strokes that make her moan loud and raw. She rocks back to meet him, greedy for it. He pulls out, slides two fingers back inside her, then drives his cock in again. Her body trembles. She comes hard around him, eyes squeezed shut, Latin heat rolling through every move. She chose flesh over plastic. She made the right call.