Aryanna’s Hunger

Aryanna fucked me hard. No games, no sweet talk, just her body slamming into mine, skin slapping, both of us gasping her nails dug into my back. Teeth on my neck. No words just gasps, sweat, the raw slap of skin. Aryanna didn’t fuck, she took. Every thrust was a claim, every moan a demand. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just felt her hips grinding down, her fingers twisting in my hair, her voice hissing ‘harder’ like a threat. She left me wrecked. Empty. Hungry for more.
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