Alexis Rodriguez’s Night of Raw Pleasure

Alexis Rodriguez can’t help herself. The way Tommy watches her touch her own body makes her pulse race. She slides her fingers between her legs, wet and needy, before he takes over—his tongue tracing every inch until she’s shaking beneath him. When he slides inside, her small frame arches, her moans echoing as he fucks her deeper, harder, until she loses control completely. He grips her hips, thrusts once more, and spills inside her, the warmth spreading as her body trembles in bliss.