Closure With Anal 2

Daisy has watched her sister take everything. Now Mick stands in front of her, shirt already open. Her hand slides down his chest, slow, testing. She drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth. Wet sounds fill the quiet room while she works her lips lower with each stroke. He grips her blonde hair, hips twitching. She stands, turns, and bends over the arm of the couch, ass lifted high. Mick moves in behind, spreads her, and pushes inside. Her breath catches. He holds her hips, pulls back, drives forward again. They shift to the floor. Daisy climbs on top, sinks down until she has all of him, then rides with short, grinding rolls of her hips. Sweat shines on her skin. He flips her onto her back, spreads her legs wide, and thrusts deep. She reaches down, pulls him in harder. Mick pulls out, flips her again, and lines up behind. He presses the head against her ass, eases in, inch by inch, until her body gives. Daisy moans into the cushion. He fucks her there, steady and deep, hands spreading her cheeks. Her fingers dig into the rug. The pace stays unhurried, every stroke felt. When he finally tenses and spills inside her, she stays still, breathing through the heat, full and flushed.