By now, Hadassa and Victor were texting almost every day. Short messages like “My place. Now.” or “I need your c**k tonight.” No dates, no dinners, just raw need. On their last night together, the craving hit harder than ever. Hadassa showed up at Victor’s apartment wearing a tiny red dress that barely covered her ass. The second he opened the door, she stepped inside and he slammed her against the wall in the hallway.
No words. He lifted her leg, yanked her panties aside, and thrust his thick c**k deep into her soaked p***y in one rough stroke. Hadassa gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he f****d her standing, fast and hard. Her back bounced off the wall with every powerful thrust. Her dress rode up, t**s spilling out as he pounded her.
“f**k, you’re always so wet for me,” he g
