He didn’t hold back—and I didn’t want him to. From the first thrust, he was in control—pulling my hair, fucking me rough, and using my body exactly how he wanted. I moaned, I shook, I took it all. No sweet words. Just filthy, raw pleasure. When he was ready to finish, I got on my knees, looked up at him, and let him cum all over my face—hot, messy, and dripping. I didn’t wipe it away. I wore it. This isn’t soft or slow. This is rough, real, and made for viewers who love it hard.