Nice And Tight

Alecia Fox stretched out on the hotel bed, legs spread open. Her trainer Christian Clay stood between them, fingers working over her thighs before sliding higher. He kept the pace steady, palms pressing in, testing how far she’d open. Alecia stayed still, breathing through parted lips, watching him. He leaned in closer, breath on her belly, then pushed deeper, spreading her wider until the skin there pulled tight. The stretch burned. She liked it. Christian eased two thick fingers inside her, slow and sure, and Alecia’s hips lifted without thinking. He pumped in and out, watching the way she gave, the way she stayed slick around him. After a while he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her up to her knees and held her open. He pressed in again, this time with his cock, inch by inch, until she took every bit. The angle let him go deeper. Her asshole fluttered each time he bottomed out. He pulled back, let her feel the empty space, then drove in again, harder. Alecia pushed back to meet him. Sweat ran down her spine. Christian gripped her hips, changed angle again, and she gasped when he hit the same spot over and over. He kept at it until her thighs shook. When he finally pulled out, he stroked himself over her face and came across her tongue and cheek, thick ropes that she licked up without hesitation. She stayed on her knees, breathing hard, mouth open, eyes half-closed. The room smelled like sex and sunblock.