Wicked
Kenna James, Mick Blue Pic(s)
The heavy door slammed shut, sealing him in a tomb of concrete and stale air, where the only light was a pale, sickly yellow from a single bulb caged in wire. He leaned his forehead agat the cold, rough stone, the chill seeping into his skin as a stark contrast to the fire of injustice burning in his chest. Memories, soft and warm as a lover’s breath on his neck, surfaced unbidden—the scent of her hair, like summer rain on dry earth, and the way her body had molded perfectly agat his in the quiet dark. Now, his hands, which had only ever traced the gentle curve of her hip with reverent tenderness, were clenched into raw, aching fists, the knuckles white with a fury that had no outlet. The coarse wool of the standard-issue blanket scraped agat his bare arms, a constant, grating reminder of a freedom lost, of cotton sheets and the smooth, sun-warmed silk of her skin. He could almost taste the salt of her sweat on his tongue, a phantom flavor more real than the metallic tang of fear that now coated his mouth. A low groan escaped him, a sound of pure, animal anguish that was swallowed by the oppressive silence, a plea for a truth that felt like a distant, fading dream. Every fiber of his being screamed for the weight of her leg thrown over his in sleep, for that simple, trusting intimacy, tead of this crushing, solitary weight of a sentence he did not deserve. In the profound stillness, he closed his eyes and willed himself back to that bed, to the rhythm of her breathing and the sacred geometry of their intertwined limbs, the only evidence of a life lived with honor.
Bald Pussy | Big Tits | Blonde | Blowjob | Caucasian | Cowgirl | Cum In Mouth | Cumshot | Deepthroat | Doggystyle | Feature | Hardcore | Missionary | Pussy Eating | Pussy To Mouth | Reality | Reverse Cowgirl
