Red riding hood costume rips open the second his hands grab her thighs. No panties left to hide that swollen pussy, just raw flesh and desperate moans as he flips her over like she’s nothing more than a toy for his dirty game. Ass up on the fake grass, legs spread wide enough to swallow him whole. Thick fingers already probing where no one’s been before—no time for lube, no time for games. Just rough grunts and the wet slap of skin meeting skin when he finally shoves in deep. Her head hangs low but not from shame; it’s because she can’t see what’s coming next—the way his cock pulses inside her when he starts fucking that tight little hole like an animal.
