Come on DUDE, Fuck Me Harder, My Czech

The room is a haze of smoke and lust, the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume and raw desire. I’m on my knees, fingers digging into the carpet, ass high in the air. She stands behind me, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she runs a hand over my bare cheek, then slaps it hard. The sting shoots through me, making my cock twitch. “Come on, dude,” she growls, her accent thick and heavy. “Fuck me harder. Show me what you’ve got.” I can see her pussy, glistening and swollen, begging to be filled. I spit on my hand, rubbing it over my cock, then line up and slam into her, hard. She moans, a deep, guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine. Her hips meet mine thrust for thrust, her body slick with sweat. I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, pulling her onto me as I pound into her. She leans forward, her tits swinging beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Harder,” she demands, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I obey, my body slamming into hers, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room. Her pussy clenches around me, her body tensing as she comes, a cry tearing from her throat. I follow soon after, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my cum, her body milking every last drop from me.