Video Games and Anal

Anna lounges on the couch with a controller in her hand, still living under her mother’s roof even though the divorce left everything feeling cramped and sour. Her mom has a younger man now and likes to parade him around like a new toy. The moment her mom steps out for a few hours, Anna slips down the hall. She finds him in the bedroom, still half-dressed, and doesn’t waste words. She lets her shirt drop. He watches, then stands. His dark cock hangs heavy, already thick. She closes the distance, wraps her fingers around the heat of him, and strokes until he fills out completely. He turns her toward the bed, hands on her hips, and she bends for him without hesitation. Spit slicks the blunt head as he eases in, slow and steady, stretching her until she rocks back for more. He holds her waist, keeps the pace deep and unhurried, pushing all the way until her ass meets his hips with a soft slap. She stays braced on her elbows, breaths short, eyes half-lidded. He pulls out, guides her to her knees, and finishes across her tongue. She swallows, wipes her lip, then returns to the couch and picks up the controller like nothing happened.