Stacy Cruz laid back on the couch, her legs spread invitingly, her eyes closed, and her breathing ragged. She moaned loudly as the large, hard cock entered her wet pussy, pushing past her resistance. It felt so good to be taken like this, without any care for the consequences. She arched her back, meeting the thrusts of the cock with her hips, taking it deeper inside her. She clawed at the couch, leaving marks as she tried to find something to hold on to. Her pussy was on fire, and she needed more. She reached down between their bodies and started stroking the shaft, matching her movements with the ones inside her. It was a symphony of pleasure, the rhythm building and intensifying with every stroke. Her moans turned into cries of ecstasy, and she could feel the heat building inside her. Her pussy clamp felt tight around his cock as he thrust deeper into her.
