"In the throes of passion, Morgan Layne's only command is 'Fuck me hard.' Her partner, a stallion of a man, complies, his thick cock pistoning in and out of her needy cunt. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by Layne's desperate moans. She's a wildcat, her body bucking, her nails raking down his back. He grabs her hair, pulling her head back, his pace relentless. She's close, her body tensing, her breath ragged. She's about to be fucked into oblivion."