He towers in control, pinning Natasha Sub beneath him on the white-sheeted bed, her dark wet hair spilling across pillows as his grip forces her mouth onto his cock in a raw face-fuck; she lies back legs extended toes pointed skyward, body flushed and bare under the soft indoor light hitting every curve and bead of sweat. Power shifts to her straddling aggressively, knees digging into mattress beside his hips, hands roaming his chest while grinding down hard. Back to supine vulnerability, head tilted off the edge for deeper gulps, his thighs straddling her face — jaw stretched wide, eyes watering.
