Backstage Relaxation

[MR. Q]

Ivan's lust-filled gaze fixated on Kyra's slender form pressed against the glass, her pert breasts flattened against the cold surface with each powerful thrust.

"That's it, baby, show me how you like being ravaged by the winner," Ivan rasped in her ear, his hot breath fanning her skin as his hands roved over her slick body, exploring every dip and curve.

Feeling Kyra's inner muscles start to contract around him anew, Ivan hastened his rhythm, driving deep and hard enough to make her cry out. "Fuck yeah, you love this, don't you?"

With a few more swift thrusts, Ivan felt his orgasm building, and he knew it wouldn't take much longer. He gripped Kyra harder, pulling her back against him as he exploded inside her one final time. "Take it all!"