Layout - Part 2

Tom Byron climbed Penny Flame with a deliberate slowness that announced ownership rather than question. His open hand pressed her spine flat while his cock drove in deep, one greedy inch at a time. Penny took it all, her hips pushing back to meet him, eyes rolled shut like the thrust had rung every circuit in her body. Tom pounded her with steady, heavy strokes that hit something private and kept her there, thighs twitching, breath snagging in her throat. He leaned down, gripped her hair, and whispered, half-laughing, half-dare. Penny answered in gasps, her fingers digging into the sheet. She slid a hand between her legs and found her clit without hesitation, rubbing frantic circles while he drilled harder, his thighs slapping her ass with a wet, filthy rhythm. She came first—sharp, silent—her inner walls grabbing at him like a second pulse. Tom stayed buried, riding it out, then pulled free just long enough to spin her over. He shoved back inside while her legs were still shaking. They ground together, skin glistening, the camera reading the tremor in her calves and the look on his face that said he was halfway past control. It built quick, ugly-beautiful. Tom pulled out, pulsed across her belly, and Penny dragged two fingers through the hot stripes before sliding them into her mouth, eyes locked on his. Nothing between them but the taste of what they’d just done.