Intenzivan prvi sastanak sa stenjajućim, Shakshy

Shakshy met Robin at Willow Creek, their first date sizzling from flirty texts. They biked fast, tires screaming through pine-scented trails, landing in a glowing meadow. Bikes dropped; lips crashed, ravenous. In a nearby cabin, firelight bathed a rug where Shakshy straddled Robin, ripping clothes off. “Fuck,” she moaned, her pink pussy dripping as his hard dick pressed against her. His fingers teased her clit, her moans loud, “More!” She screamed, nails clawed his back as he thrust deep, relentless, her wet heat gripping him. “Robin!” she wailed, orgasms shattering, sweat-soaked. “Again,” she gasped, smirking, eyes ablaze.