Before You Go Out

Veronica Leal's dressed like trouble and Raul Costa wants none of it. Girl's about to head out looking lethal and Raul puts his foot down quick, her hot little ass in that skirt screaming danger to his blood pressure. Instead of letting her walk, he bends her over and proves he's still running this relationship with eight thick inches buried in her ass up to the hilt. He's deep, patient, the kind of man who talks less when he's concentrated on wrecking discipline into someone. Veronica keeps talking shit all the way through, love-drunk little noises between each stroke, asshole clutching every time he bottoms out. She doesn't even try to deny how much fun it is to lose her night out for a savage session. The stretch sets her wet, legs shaking right there against the couch, every thrust shoving that cheeky wiggle deeper under Raul's direction. Her makeup gets smudged while she's biting her forearm to handle it, but damn, the body knows what it wants even when plans change fast. He keeps a hand in her hair to guide, pushing dirty and controlling without doubt, and Veronica loves the fuck out of it, hips rolling back like begging proves she brought this on herself. It's sweaty, rough, nasty good. Each time Raul rams back in full, she squeals louder, thoroughly done with rejecting just how greedy this side really gets when his dominance crashes through her plans.