Red Flags - Scene 2

Charles Dera spots the red flag in Vanessa's numbers but knows the fastest cure. She drops to her knees, takes his cock between her lips and works it wet, no hesitation. He grabs her hair, pushes deeper, then flips her over the couch, lines up, and drives straight into her pussy. Thrusts come hard—skin slapping, breath sharp, pussy gripping every inch—until the score on her past stops mattering. He keeps pounding, breathes rough against her neck, and feels whatever red flag he walked in with melt straight out of him.