Anal Loving Tommy Knows How To Get Her Man To Stay

Tommy never learned the trick of playing it cool. She gets hot for a man who ghosts her between rounds, then wonders why the sheets stay cold. This time she listens to her ass instead of her heart. She drops her shorts, palms her cheeks open and shows Maximo exactly where she wants the night to head. He steps in, hard already, and she sinks to her knees to greet him the way she knows he likes. Her tongue drags slow under his balls, warm and wet, coaxing them one by one into her mouth while her fist works the shaft above. Spit trails down her chin, but she keeps going, eyes half-lidded, breath steady through her nose. When he pulls her up and bends her over, she arches her back and waits, hips swaying like a dare. He eases in, thick and deliberate, letting her feel every inch stretch that tight ring until her breath catches. She rocks back to meet him, greedy for the grind, the drag, the deep push that finally keeps him where she can reach him. Her fingers rub tight circles over her clit while he works her open. The room fills with the wet sounds of skin on skin, her low moan every time he bottoms out. He grips her waist, drives harder, and she takes it, mouth slack, ass full, until the rhythm snaps and he spills down her throat in thick pulses. She swallows, licks the last drop from the head, and smiles like she finally got him to stay.