Chanel Will Do Anything To Satisfy Her Anal Cravings

Chanel stays on her knees and drags the wet tip back across her tongue. She keeps her eyes up, letting spit trail from her chin to her chest. When the shaft slips free, she follows it down with her mouth and tongues the weight of his balls until they tighten under the slow pull. He grips her hair, pulling her up for another pass, and she takes him to the back of her throat without hesitation. The next thrust pushes deeper; she swallows, opens again, and feels him slide out slick and warm against her lips. Her breath catches when his hand cups the swell of her ass and presses lower, teasing the spot she’s already slick for. She rocks back into the touch, urging him on. He slides two fingers where she wants them, working them in until her hips chase the rhythm. She lets out a sharp sound, then opens wide again when he feeds his cock back between her lips. The taste changes—salt and musk and heat—and she keeps sucking, slow and steady, until her lashes flutter and her hand slips between her own thighs to work the same steady stroke.