Eve Evans Latin Firecracker

Eve Evans doesn't have time for Mr. Pete slacking off on the job. She plants her hands on her hips and lays it out plain: quit jerking around or pack your shit and go. Tired of his half-assed excuses, she steps in close, grabs his belt, yanks him hard. She's soaking wet already and wants that dick inside her right now, not five minutes from now. "Start fucking me or you're done," she hisses, voice low and sharp. Her thighs press together, pussy throbbing for it. She shoves his hand between her legs so he feels how dripping she is. Mr. Pete finally gets the message, cock stiffening fast, and he spreads her open on the nearest surface like he should've done fifteen minutes ago. Eve's legs wrap around him, heels digging in. She moans filthy when he finally slams into her, grip tight on his shoulders. Every stroke knocks something loose inside her, angry and hungry all at once. She's not playing with this slacker vibe anymore; she came to get fucked properly, and he's gonna earn his keep with every deep thrust.