Angela White Gets Rough with Xander Corvus
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Brazzers – Angela White – Xander Corvus – Fanfriction: Part 1 kicks off with the kind of tension that only happens when two people can’t keep their hands off each other. Angela White’s in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower, skin still glistening—when Xander Corvus walks in like he owns the place. And honestly? He kind of does. There’s no small talk, no hesitation. He pins her against the counter, fingers tracing her curves before he even bothers with a kiss. This isn’t some shy first encounter; it’s a collision, raw and hungry from the first second.
What follows is a masterclass in rough, unfiltered sex—exactly what you’d expect when Brazzers puts Angela and Xander in the same room. She rides him reverse cowgirl, ass slamming back into him hard enough to make the mirror rattle, her tits bouncing with every thrust. He doesn’t just fuck her; he *works* her over, fingers digging into her hips, pulling her onto him deeper each time. Then it’s her turn to take control, dropping to her knees without warning. That cock disappears down her throat like she’s proving a point, gagging just long enough to hear him groan before she pulls back with a smirk.
The bathroom counter gets put to good use—Angela bent over, Xander driving into her from behind while his hand snakes around to rub her clit. She’s loud, unapologetic, her moans echoing off the tiles as he picks up the pace. There’s a moment where he pulls out just to spit on her ass before slamming back in, and the way she arches into it tells you everything about how much she’s loving this. Then it’s back to the bed, where she straddles him, tits in his face, riding him slow at first—teasing—before she starts grinding down hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall.
By the time he finally cums, it’s all over her chest, thick ropes painting her skin while she squeezes the last drops out with her hand. She doesn’t bother wiping it off, just leans in to kiss him like it’s nothing, like they didn’t just tear into each other for the past half hour. The camera lingers on her smirk as she walks away, leaving him breathless. That’s the thing about Angela—she doesn’t just perform; she *dominates*. And Xander? He’s lucky to keep up.
