In the dimly lit room, Sparky Sin Claire's heart raced as she watched the smooth-talking black stud approach her. His muscular frame flexed under his tight shirt, drawing her attention to his bulge. She licked her lips nervously, her gaze shifting between his eyes and the massive tattoo that covered his chest.
"I hear you've got quite the reputation for being a tight little ass," he said, his voice deep and husky. Sparky blushed crimson, fidgeting with her short skirt. "I'm not one to back down from a challenge," he continued, pushing her onto the bed roughly. "Let's see what you've got."
As he straddled her hips, his hard cock rubbing against her soaked pussy through their clothes, Sparky couldn't help but moan. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this turned on. The tension between them was electric and she ached for him to push past her clothes and claim her.
