The only thing Garrett knew was that he was wild and male and erect, his passions surging in every dilated blood vessel. Growling, he simply grabbed the brunette’s slender white body in his big grasping hands, and he wrestled the confused, unresisting thing to the floor. There, kneeling behind her, he raised the girl’s haunches, pulled the sodden lips of her hairy cunt wide with his blunt thumbs, and pushed himself thickly into her, balls-deep in one delirious, groaning thrust. Ah, the joy of the possession, so triumphant and primal and animalistic! She felt good, so smooth and slippery and all-enveloping, with the smell of her own wicked arousal wafting up in his flaring nostrils.
And snug? Oh, the angle—that beautiful angle of penetration from the rear which always clutched so delicious
