Disrespect Me, Just For Tonight

Lilly Bell waves Nathan Bronson off as he heads out to meet his boys. Door clicks shut. She kicks off her jeans, peels her top away, and spreads out on the couch—fingers already sliding between her natural tits, then lower into that thick, dark bush. Two fingers part her lips, rubbing slow circles over her clit while she sinks them deep. Her hips roll. Breathy little grunts slip out. Nathan slips back in early, stops dead, and just stares. Cock twitching in his pants, he creeps around the room, peeking from behind the lamp, the doorway, the corner of the couch, watching every stroke. One clumsy step knocks over a couple of knick-knacks. Lilly bolts upright, tits bouncing, hand still wet. “What the fuck are you doing?” Nathan grins like a guilty dog. “Plans changed.” Then he nods at her spread legs. “Looks like you’re still hungry. We haven’t fucked in days—care to explain?” Lilly licks her fingers clean. “Checked your history. All that rough stuff you watch? You never do it to me.” Nathan rubs the back of his neck. “Every time I get a little firm you flinch, so I stop.” Lilly’s smirk grows. “Tell me what you want instead of scaring me and I’ll give it to you.” The talk turns filthy fast—talk of choking, spanking, hair-pulling—until Lilly crawls to the edge of the couch, eyes bright. “Well? You gonna come here and fuck me rough the way you’ve been dying to?”