Anal Dominance

Chanel is on her back, legs open, her boyfriend working between them. His tongue drags slow over her clit, then pushes in. She grips the sheets, hips lifting into his mouth. The room stays quiet except the wet sound of him sucking on her. Then his phone rings. He swears, answers, and steps out with work barking at him through the speaker. She stays open on the bed, breathing hard, and slides two fingers inside herself. The door opens. Vito stands there, watching the way her hand moves and the shine on her inner thighs. No words pass. He kicks the door shut behind him. She takes her fingers out, spreads wider. He drops his jeans. Her hand wraps around his cock and she leans in to take him in her mouth, tongue flat, spit running down his shaft. Her free hand cups his balls, rolling them, sucking one then the other until they’re wet. He pulls back, turns her onto her stomach and pushes her knees up under her chest. Her big tits press into the mattress. One slow push and he’s inside her ass, stretching her open. She exhales through her teeth. He starts to thrust, deep and measured. Each stroke drags a low sound out of her. He reaches under, finds her clit with two fingers, works it in time with his hips. She pushes back to meet him, ass swallowing every inch, breath catching when he bottoms out. The pace stays steady, heat building between every slick slide and every pull. Her toes curl. Sweat beads on her lower back. He grips her hips and keeps going until her thighs shake and her voice breaks.