Black Hair Videos

A Quick Check

Avery’s car clips a curb and comes to a crooked stop. Across the street, Little Puck slams his truck door, jogs over, and kneels in the streetlight. He gets her home, peels off her shirt, checks for swelling, and presses cold fingers into ribs, spine, hips. She tries to steady her breath, but heat gathers low and spreads fast. When his palm brushes the inside of her thigh, she catches his wrist. "You feel that too," she says, steady, deliberate. "Fuck me hard. Right now." Little Puck grins, already working his belt open.