Anal Planner

Jessa Rhodes shows up early. Blonde hair pulled back tight. She’s talking venues when the groom steps in and the room changes. Mick Blue’s eyes drop to the way her blouse pulls across her chest. She knows he’s looking. She also knows the bride won’t be back for hours. She drops the folder on the table, bends to open it, skirt riding high. Mick’s palm lands on the small of her back like he’s been waiting to touch her. His hand slides lower, grips. She doesn’t flinch. The pencil skirt comes up slow, bunched at her waist. No panties. Her ass cheeks part for his thumbs. She stays bent, breathing through her teeth while his tongue drags across her tight hole. He stands, opens his belt, feeds his cock between her cheeks. She reaches back, spreads herself wider. Mick pushes in slow, careful, then deeper once her body gives. Her forehead presses to the cool wood. Every thrust jolts her tits forward, nipples scraping the lace of her bra. She reaches between her legs, rubs her clit in quick circles, matching his rhythm. Mick pulls out just long enough to flip her onto her back on the table. Her legs hook over his shoulders. He slides back inside her ass, eyes locked on her face. Jessa pulls her blouse open, lets her heavy tits spill free. He palms one, squeezes, thumb brushing the stiff nipple. She moans low, heels digging into his back, begging for more. Later she’s on her knees, tits shiny with spit. Mick strokes himself fast, paints her face in thick ropes. She looks up at him, eyes half-lidded, tongue out, catching what she can. A slow smile spreads across her lips as she swallows what lands in her mouth.