Backstage of Horny blondines

Dorothy Black. She moves through the world hard, all leather and ink. I'd watch her cross a room. Rock music still echoing in my head. She has this stare that lands and stays. Her hands know exactly what they want. When she wants me, she takes. No warm-up. She fucks my soaked cunt open with one thick strap until I shake. She likes it raw. I like the way she watches while she does it. We leave the music on and the door half-shut. She keeps going until the sheets are ruined and my thighs are trembling. I come back for it. Again.