Brazilian Beauty Yearns for Brazilian Bull

In the cramped, dark closet, the air thick with anticipation, she can barely breathe, but she doesn't care. All she can focus on is the hard, warm cock pressed against her back, the hands that grip her hips, pulling her against him. He grinds against her, his breath hot on her neck, his fingers finding their way under her skirt, pushing her panties aside to stroke her wet folds. She gasps, her body arching into his touch, needing more, needing everything. He obliges, turning her around, lifting her up, her legs wrapping around him as he slides into her, filling her completely, claiming her in the most primal way.

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