Acheron’s bedroom was thick with heat, her purple eyes glazed as she lay sprawled on the bed, her long violet hair fanned out like silk. The white tank top clung to her sweat-slicked skin, her nipples stiff beneath the fabric. Black panties—already soaked—hugged her hips, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air.
Then he entered—tall, dominant, his thick BBC already rock-hard. "Fuck, you’re dripping," he growled, fingers hooking into her panties. A sharp rrrip echoed as he tore them off, exposing her glistening pussy.
"Ahhn~! So rough—!" Acheron gasped, but her legs spread wider, inviting him in.
No foreplay. No mercy. His cock speared her in one brutal thrust, her walls stretching obscenely around him. Squelch! The sound was filthy, her moans even filthier. "Ngh—! T-Too big! F-Fuck—!"
He pistoned into her, the bedframe slamming against the wall. Thud! Thud! Each thrust punched a scream from her throat, her tits bouncing wildly. Her nails raked his back as she came hard, her pussy clamping down like a vice. "C-Cum inside—! Breed me—!"
With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt, pumping her full of hot, sticky cream. Splurt! Splurt! Acheron’s back arched, her toes curling as another orgasm ripped through her. "Haaah… fuck…" she panted, collapsing as his cum leaked from her well-used hole.