Cobra
Behind the Scenes with Maya
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He runs the whole fucking show—crime boss and black-ops ghost all in one. The second the door clicks shut behind her, the slick black suit tightens at his shoulders as he steps in, grabs a fistful of her hair, yanks her head back, and smashes his mouth onto hers. His tongue drives past her lips, hot, greedy. She feels the outline of a pistol riding his hip. Her pussy clenches on instinct. They fuck standing up—his belt open, trousers down just far enough for his thick cock to spring free. He spins her, slams her belly-first against the tinted window, pulls her panties aside, lines up, and sinks straight in balls-deep. She gasps; his hand clamps over her mouth to shut her up. He drives hard—each thrust a filthy promise. Skin slaps. Sweat drips off his chest onto her back. She claws at the glass, leaving streaks. When he feels her starting to tighten, he snarls low, pulls out halfway, waits till her moans turn to curses, then slams home again, fucking her through it until her knees buckle and she gushes down her own thighs. He doesn’t pull out. Just keeps fucking, slow now, deep. A challenge in his voice when he asks, "Still think you can walk after this, baby?"
He runs the whole fucking show—crime boss and black-ops ghost all in one. The second the door clicks shut behind her, the slick black suit tightens at his shoulders as he steps in, grabs a fistful of her hair, yanks her head back, and smashes his mouth onto hers. His tongue drives past her lips, hot, greedy. She feels the outline of a pistol riding his hip. Her pussy clenches on instinct. They fuck standing up—his belt open, trousers down just far enough for his thick cock to spring free. He spins her, slams her belly-first against the tinted window, pulls her panties aside, lines up, and sinks straight in balls-deep. She gasps; his hand clamps over her mouth to shut her up. He drives hard—each thrust a filthy promise. Skin slaps. Sweat drips off his chest onto her back. She claws at the glass, leaving streaks. When he feels her starting to tighten, he snarls low, pulls out halfway, waits till her moans turn to curses, then slams home again, fucking her through it until her knees buckle and she gushes down her own thighs. He doesn’t pull out. Just keeps fucking, slow now, deep. A challenge in his voice when he asks, "Still think you can walk after this, baby?"