Ripped Stockings, Explosive Cumshot, Homemade Fun

The flimsy nylon tore with a satisfying rip, and a shiver traced its way up my spine. His eyes burned into mine, pupils wide with lust. It was raw, primal. He didn’t waste a second, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer. The friction was immediate, intense. A moan escaped my lips as he thrust deeper, faster. My world narrowed to the sensation, the heat, the desperate rhythm. Then, a guttural growl, a surge of pure pleasure, and he erupted, hot and thick, all over my stomach. I gasped, clinging to him, breathless and completely satisfied.