Influence Part 1

Elsa pushes record and lets the camera sit on the dresser. Ryan stands behind her. He works two fingers past the jeweled plug she has been wearing all morning. She moans once, low, then goes quiet to feel the slow stretch. He pulls the plug free and lines his cock up, rubbing the head over the same hole until the skin shines. When he pushes in she grips the edge of the dresser, eyes half-closed, letting the camera see every inch disappear. He sets a steady pace. Each thrust drags a little wet sound out of her. She reaches back, pulls the plug from his hand, brings it to her lips, licks it clean, then lets it fall to the carpet. Ryan slides out. She drops to her knees without being told, takes him straight from her ass into her mouth, lips stretched around the same cock. Spit trails down her chin onto her small tits. He rests a hand on the back of her head, guiding her deeper until her nose presses his stomach. She gags once, swallows, does it again. He pulls her up, spins her, bends her over the dresser once more. This time he works a single finger back inside her, curls it, presses on the spot that makes her thighs shake. The recording light stays on.