Christmas in Miami with Carmen

Carmen pulled me in and said she had something filthy in mind for this Christmas. She meant it. That ass clapped right in front of my face, bouncing like she owned every inch of my attention. She dropped low, then sucked me hard—wet, deep, eyes teasing like she knew I’d lose it quick. When she finally climbed on top and took me, she rode with no mercy. Every roll of her hips pulled another groan out of me, nails digging, sweat mixing, the sound of skin meeting loud and shameless. She kept going until I couldn’t last, came hard, spent and grinning like I’d just been ruined in the best way possible.