Devon's hands gripped her wide hips, fingers sinking into the plush flesh of her ass, kneading it as he slammed into her, his cock throbbing with need, slick with her arousal. His diamond-studded suit jacket lay discarded on the stall floor, his black shirt unbuttoned to reveal a chiseled chest glistening with sweat, the muscles flexing with every drive.
Nadia's hair spilled wild, sticking to her flushed face, her emerald eyes half-lidded with a volatile mix of fury, shame, and raw ecstasy. Her full breasts jiggled with each thrust, nipples hard and straining against the gown's thin fabric, begging for attention.
"Fuck," Devon growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp, thick with lust as he leaned forward, his breath hot against her neck. One hand slid around to her front, fingers finding her swollen clit, circling it with rough, deliberate strokes that made her body jerk, a fresh gush of wetness coating his cock.
