Rough Raw Dominance: Claiming Her Hard

She squealed when he gripped her ponytail and yanked her head back, forcing her to arch off the couch. "You think you can tease me all night and not pay the price?" His voice was gravel, rough as sandpaper against her ear.

"I—" she started, but he cut her off with a sharp slap to her ass, the crack echoing through the room. The sting bloomed across her skin, and she moaned, pushing her hips back against his groin. He felt the fire in her cunt through her damp panties, so wet it was leaking.

"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" He shoved her forward, face-down onto the cushion, and ripped her lace panties down her thighs in one motion, leaving her bare and glistening. Her juicy folds were swollen, begging for him.

He undid his belt with a snap, jeans dropping to the floor, and his thick, rock-hard cock sprung free, already glistening with pre-cum at the tip. He didn't give her time to prepare. He grabbed her hips, pulled her up, and slammed his entire length inside her tight, hot pussy in one brutal thrust.

She gasped, her slick walls clenching around him as her fuckhole stretched around his girth. "Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed, and he answered with a powerful, relentless rhythm—pounding into her wet core like a piston, his heavy balls slapping against her aching clit with every impact.

He reached under, grabbed her swinging tits, biting the meaty flesh of her neck. His fingers found her swollen pearl and pinched it, hard. She lost her mind, grinding back on his

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