Horny blondines

She comes at sex the way she moves through everything else—loud music, ink on skin, metal catching light. Nothing held back. Nothing sweet about it. Her hands are already on me before the door clicks shut, and then that thick strap-on is pushing into my cunt, steady and relentless. I’m wet enough that it doesn’t take long to bottom out. Every thrust knocks the breath out of me, makes the leather harness creak. She fucks like she means to leave marks, hips snapping forward until my thighs shake and my voice goes hoarse from begging. That’s the point with her: she wants to hear you break.