Tell me

Mark entered the changing room. Nadia looked up. Going red. They were alone again.

“Mark… Yesterday… We can’t…” she said.

“I meant everything I said yesterday… I want you to be mine… You deserve better…” he said.

Mere seconds later. Mark had pulled down Nadia’s leggings. Her fat white ass. Her panties smelling of yesterday’s juices. They were both smelly. He massaged her ass and pushed her up against the wall. His manly strong hands on her slit. She bit her lip. It was happening again.

They pulled each other’s clothes off. Bra, panties, underwear flung away. Mark's body was tanned and ripped. Hairy. Without an ounce of fat. His large monster swung hard between his legs. Stubble on his face.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Nads…” he said.

“Oh Mark…” she said.

Nadia’s body was soft. Athletic. Toned. Snow white skin. Radiant beauty that of a cover girl model. Her perfect tits hanging there beautifully. Mark lifted her up — her legs around his sculpted butt — his hard member inches away from her wet pussy. He lifted her onto the sink.

Nadia glanced at the mirror behind her reflecting slutty red expression.

“You’re mine…” Mark growled, “Tell me the truth… Tell me you want me…”

Nadia smiled, “I want you… I want to be yours…”

She couldn’t believe the words coming out her mouth. It was a reflex. Her body taking control of her mind and heart.

Mark smiled. He pushed the thick head of his meaty cock into her entrance.

“Ah! Oh my Mark…” she moaned.