Red hair. White bed. Tattooed arms.
He starts in the bathroom, pushing me against the mirror while his tattooed hands roam my pale skin. I can see us reflected, my red hair spilling down my back, his inked arms caging me in. When he lifts me onto the counter and pushes inside, I m already wet, gasping, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pounds me standing up.
We stumble to the bed, tangled together, falling onto white sheets. He flips me over, pulls my hips up, takes me from behind. My face is pressed into the mattress, red hair a wild curtain around my head, ass in the air as his tattooed arms grip my waist and drill me without mercy. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
I climb on top, riding him while my tits bounce. His tattooed hands find my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his cock with force that makes me whimper. I lean back, hands on his thighs, my red hair tickling his skin, giving him the view of his cock disappea
