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Filtygirl

Casey: One Night of Fire

Casey was the kind of woman who didn’t ask—she took. A natural beauty with curves that fit like a secret, and those full, soft breasts that pressed against me as she climbed into my lap like she owned the moment. Her mouth found mine fast—hot, deep French kisses that melted thought. She sucked my bottom lip slow, like savoring something sweet, eyes locked on mine like she wanted to devour more than just my mouth.

Her scent—warm skin and faint vanilla—wrapped around me as she ground her hips, teasing through thin layers of clothes. Then, with no warning, she slid herself down onto me, gasping into my ear. She moved with practiced hunger—rolling, riding, her rhythm growing reckless as she chased her high. I didn’t have to guide her—she knew exactly what she needed and took every inch like it was her right.

Her moans were low, breathy, delicious—just enough to make me lose it, but soft enough not to echo beyond the walls.

After she came, trembling and flushed, she dropped to her knees, looked up with a wicked grin, and wrapped her lips around me like I was something sacred.

That night, Casey didn’t just fuck—she emptyed my sperm bank and worshipped my tool like sivalingam.

Sidenote: She was also good in massage.