Ilya had dreamed of this moment for months—pinning Violet’s curvy frame against her silk sheets, his thick fingers digging into the meat of her thighs. Her pussy was already dripping, a sweet, sticky scent filling the room as he licked a stripe up her neck.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled, grinding his rock-hard dick against her soaked slit through his boxers. Violet moaned, arching her back, her tits bouncing. She reached down, wrapping her hand around his shaft through the fabric. “I want to feel this monster inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky.

Ilya tore his boxers off, his cock springing free—a thick, veined piece of meat, already leaking pre-cum. Violet’s eyes darkened as she stared at it. She leaned forward, taking the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before deep-throating him with a wet, gagging sound that drove Ilya wild.

“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” he groaned, fisting her dark hair. But Violet pulled back, a strange smile on her lips. “I want you on top,” she said, pushing him onto his back. She straddled him, guiding his dick to her entrance. With a slow, torturous roll of her hips, she sank down onto him, her tight cunt stretching to take every inch.

Ilya’s eyes rolled back as she rode him, her ass slapping against his thighs. The room filled with the slick, squelching sounds of their fucking. He was lost in the rhythm, in the feel of her walls clenching around his