Take A Mile

Kylie’s back from college and looking for heat. She pushes the line, bends it, then crosses it clean. A square tries to call her out, but she already sees the move: she drops to her knees, eyes locked on Jax like he’s the only man in the room. No tease, just raw want. She takes him deep, lips stretched, bush brushing against his legs when she shifts closer. Every wet sound fills the space—her throat working, spit running, hair gripped tight in his fist. He fucks her mouth, holding nothing back, and she meets every thrust with need. Then he spins her, bends her over, and drives in hard from behind. Doggy, deep, relentless. She grips the edge and takes it all, breath sharp, moans loud. Jax gives her every inch she asked for. She asked for trouble. He gives her more.