The room echoes with the clack of heels on hardwood as our vixen struts in, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She's a vision in black lace, her body a perfect canvas for the ash she trails down her skin. A rough hand grips her throat, pushing her onto the bed. She gasps, her cigarette falling, as he forces her legs apart. He's merciless, his cock slamming into her, stretching her tight cunt. She claws at his back, her moans muffled, as he pins her down, fucking her hard, his hips slapping against hers, the room filled with the sound of their flesh meeting and the scent of their shared smoke.