“That’s my good fucking girl.” “Yes, Max,” she groans, raking her nails down my back. “I’m your good girl.” “Tell this thick fuck who you belong to, baby,” I grunt as I slam into her, nailing her against the wall with each thrust. “Yours, Max DiMarco. I’m y-yours,” she gasps as I roll my hips, rubbing the tip of my cock and my piercing over her G-spot. “Damn fucking right you are,”
