Late night in the loft, he backs the tiny redhead against the brick wall, hikes her skirt, finds her soaked. No words. He lifts one leg, lines up, and slams into that vise-tight pussy in one brutal push. She yelps, nails clawing his shoulders. Every thrust stretches her to the limit, hips slapping loud, her juices dripping down his balls. He spins her, bends her over the couch, grips her waist and pounds doggy, watching that pink grip cling to him. She’s shaking, begging “don’t stop,” voice cracking. Final seconds he pulls out, blasts thick ropes across her ass and back. She reaches back, scoops a fingerful, licks it clean, smirks. Pure tight-pussy destruction.