The best thing about having a girlfriend is that makeups are fucking epic

She walks in mad, hair wild, eyes blazing—then drops to her knees and takes my big dick slow, whispering 'I’m sorry, baby.' One suck, two moans, and we’re tangled in sheets, her ass bouncing hard as she rides me raw. No words needed. Just sweat, slap, and that pussy clenching like it’s trying to swallow me whole. Makeups ain’t cuddles—they’re fucking war zones with orgasms.