Boxing Beauty Eliz Has Intense Anal With Trainer

Eliz keeps her fists up. Martin circles, gloved hands ready. Sweat slicks her skin. Every hit lands solid. She drops her hands. He moves in. Gloves off. He presses her back against the ropes. His mouth finds her throat. Eliz opens her thighs, lets him pull the shorts down. Martin drops to his knees, tongue working her open. She pulls his head closer. When he stands, she turns, grips the ropes, offers her ass. He works her slow, slicking her with spit, pressing in. Deep. Steady. She takes every inch, breathes hard through it. He pulls out, lets her taste him, cock sliding over her tongue. She sucks deep, throat tight, pulls off, turns again. He slides back inside her ass, hands on her hips. Every stroke drags a sound from her. He leans in, reaches around, fingers her clit. She pushes back harder. He pulls out once more. Eliz sinks to her knees, mouth open, takes him down her throat. He comes across her tongue. She swallows, licks him clean, eyes half-lidded, lips shiny.