I Had Chocolate For Valentine

Demi’s only goal tonight is getting Jax naked. She used to babysit the neighborhood boy, now he’s rolling up in a truck that costs more than her rent. When the door closes she’s all over him—hands tracing every inch he’s added. Clothes hit the floor fast. She wraps her fingers around his BBC, thick and heavy, then backs up onto the bed and spreads her legs wide. He grabs her hips and pushes in hard, filling her to the hilt in one deep stroke. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her; he pounds deeper, rougher, proving he’s no kid anymore. Sweat slick, voices loud, she cums first, legs shaking while he keeps driving until he grunts and unloads inside her.