He Taught Me Anal

Quinn was tired of waiting. She hadn’t seen much of him lately, only the quick texts at lunch and the money in her account. Now he’s home, one hand still holding the briefcase, the other already pulling her panties aside. Her big tits press against the kitchen counter while he works his tongue over her from behind, slow, unhurried, tasting every inch. She moans into the marble, already slick. He stands, unbuckles, and presses the thick head of his cock against the same tight hole his tongue just left wet. He pushes. Quinn grits her teeth, breathes through the stretch, and takes him anyway. Each thrust sinks deeper, her ass full and hot, her tits bouncing every time he bottoms out. He fucks her harder, hips slapping skin, until she’s shaking on her elbows and begging for more. He pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her open mouth, warm ropes across her tongue and chin. She swallows what she can, licks the rest from her lip, and smiles up at him like the lesson just started.