Damian grabbed Sofia's wrist, and pulled her down onto his lap. She gasped, her heavy breasts bouncing as she landed.
His hand went straight up her skirt, found her already wet through her panties. No need for talking. He pushed the fabric aside, slipped two fingers inside her.
"Fuck," she moaned, grinding against his hand.
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to her mouth. She sucked them clean without hesitation. Then he was pushing her off his lap, spinning her around. Sofia bent over the arm of the chair, her round ass pointed at him. He yanked her skirt up, tore her panties down to her knees.
His cock was already hard, thick, pressing against her soaked slit. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Sofia cried out, her fingers digging into the leather cushion bute didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard, fast, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with every stroke.
