Buttman's Inferno Episodes
Buttman's Inferno, Scene #04
Buttman's Inferno, Scene #05
Buttman's Inferno, Scene #03
Buttman's Inferno, Scene #01
Buttman's Inferno, Scene #02
Alright, picture this: Jake saunters into the dimly lit room, that smug grin plastered on his face like he owns the damn place. Sarah's waiting, perched on the edge of the bed, her silk robe slipping just enough to tease what's underneath. He kicks the door shut with his heel, eyes locked on her curves. 'Miss me?' he drawls, voice low and rough. She smirks, stands up slow, letting the robe pool at her feet. Naked, bold as hell. Jake's hands are on her in a flash, gripping her hips, pulling her close. Their mouths crash together, tongues dancing wild. He backs her against the wall, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb flicking the nipple till it's hard and begging. She moans into his kiss, fingers clawing at his shirt, yanking it off. Clothes hit the floor fast—his jeans, her nothing left. He's rock hard, pressing against her thigh. Sarah wraps her leg around him, guiding him in. He thrusts deep, filling her completely. They move like animals, sweat-slick and urgent, her nails digging into his back as she gasps his name. It's raw, it's filthy, and damn if it doesn't feel like the best kind of trouble.
Alright, picture this: Jake saunters into the dimly lit room, that smug grin plastered on his face like he owns the damn place. Sarah's waiting, perched on the edge of the bed, her silk robe slipping just enough to tease what's underneath. He kicks the door shut with his heel, eyes locked on her curves. 'Miss me?' he drawls, voice low and rough. She smirks, stands up slow, letting the robe pool at her feet. Naked, bold as hell. Jake's hands are on her in a flash, gripping her hips, pulling her close. Their mouths crash together, tongues dancing wild. He backs her against the wall, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb flicking the nipple till it's hard and begging. She moans into his kiss, fingers clawing at his shirt, yanking it off. Clothes hit the floor fast—his jeans, her nothing left. He's rock hard, pressing against her thigh. Sarah wraps her leg around him, guiding him in. He thrusts deep, filling her completely. They move like animals, sweat-slick and urgent, her nails digging into his back as she gasps his name. It's raw, it's filthy, and damn if it doesn't feel like the best kind of trouble.