Stockings shredded and heels digging into the mattress, she starts in reverse cowgirl, hips rolling like she’s auditioning for a rodeo. Each thrust sends her tits swaying, nipples hard as quarters. Flips onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, and suddenly the slapping gets wetter, messier. He pulls out just in time to paint her face and neck while she gasps, fingers clawing at the sheets. Avril Manor-house knows how to take control—and leave a mark.