Exotic Beauty Loves Anal

Vicki Chase walks into his place wearing that tiny swimsuit like it belongs on a billboard. Jean Val Jean doesn’t hide the way his eyes travel over her. She stands at the edge of the pool, lets the light catch every curve, and steps in slow. The water barely reaches her waist when his hand finds her hip under the surface. No lines left to read. He pulls her against him, her back to his chest, and slides the swimsuit aside. He takes his time. Fingers trace skin already warm from the sun, then push deeper. She breathes out hard, palms flat against the tile. He turns her, bends her over the edge, and works her open with slick patience until she’s pushing back for more. Then he gives it. Slow strokes at first, deeper each time, until the water laps against them in steady rhythm. She grips the concrete, hips rolling to meet him. He stays buried, breathing on her neck, building the pressure until her thighs shake. When she comes, it’s with his hand over her mouth and his cock still thrusting. Later she kneels in the shallow end and takes him between her lips until he finishes there too, the taste sharp on her tongue.