Honestly I Love Anal

Jillian slides through the door already tugging her blouse open. Chris sits on the couch, watching. She peels the bra away, drops it, then turns so he can watch her step out of the skirt. Nothing underneath. He reaches for her hips and she steps in until his mouth finds the hard point of a nipple. One slow suck, then another, and heat starts to pool low in her belly. She sinks to her knees, unzips him, and takes his cock straight into her mouth. Her throat opens on the first stroke, lips pressed tight at the base. She pulls off wet, strokes once, then drives back down, swallowing every inch until her nose brushes skin. Spit drips off her chin; she doesn’t wipe it. When she finally climbs on top, her pussy drags along his length once, twice, before she lines him up and sinks. Full. Hot. She rides hard, thighs flexing, but her eyes stay on his face. She lifts, spins, and settles again, this time facing away. The angle changes. Every down-stroke rubs deeper. She leans forward, palms on his knees, and works him inside until her breath breaks into short gasps. Chris grips her waist, lifts her, and sets her on all fours. He pushes back in slowly, then faster, hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. She arches, pushing back to meet every thrust. When his thumb circles the tight ring of muscle above where he’s buried, she shudders. He presses in, just the tip at first, then deeper. Her moan stretches long and low. She takes him there too, rocking back until he’s buried to the root and her voice is raw. Sweat slips down her spine; she keeps moving, taking everything he gives until both of them come hard.