Slide in raw

You didn't wait for her to invite you back. You stepped forward, parting her legs wider and positioning yourself over her. You gripped her hips, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, and aligned your head with the drenched opening of her pussy. With one slow, steady thrust, you slid your cock into her raw. The sensation was overwhelming, a sudden plunge into a suffocating, velvet warmth that hugged every inch of your shaft. The sheer wetness of her was a lubricant that made the entry seamless, a tight, gripping heat that threatened to bring you to the edge instantly.

Maya let out a sharp, strangled gasp, her legs locking around your waist to pull you deeper. You felt her internal walls clench around you in a series of rhythmic spasms, welcoming the intrusion with a desperate hunger. You didn't hold back, driving your hips forward to bury yourself fully inside her. The impact was a dull thud of flesh against flesh, a visceral sound that echoed in the silence of the VIP lounge. You began fucking her deep, your movements deliberate and powerful, each stroke designed to hit the very back of her womb.

The red velvet of the couch groaned under the weight of your combined movements, the fabric scratching against her bare skin. You watched her face, the way her red lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure, her eyes rolling back as you claimed her. The friction was intense, a searing heat that built with every plunge, while the scent of her arousal and the expensive tobacco of the room swirled together in a heady cocktail. You weren't just filling a void, you were dominating her space, turning the curated elegance of the lounge into a playground of raw, animalistic release.