Gorgeous Anal Crazy Alexis Puts On A Private Show

Alexis stands in the doorway and lets the robe slide off one shoulder. Chris watches from the couch, legs open, hand resting on his thigh. She steps closer, slow, like the first drag of fingers down a spine. Her eyes stay on his mouth. He doesn’t move, but the muscle in his jaw jumps. She kneels between his feet and pushes his knees wider. The belt of the robe hits the floor. Her palm cups him through his shorts, and his hips lift a fraction. She pulls the fabric down and he springs free, already heavy. She leans in and drags her tongue from the base up, slow, tasting. His hand finds her hair but doesn’t push. She takes him deeper until her throat tightens around the head, then pulls off with a wet sound and licks her lips. He drags her up by the wrist, spins her, bends her over the arm of the couch. Two fingers slip between her cheeks, find her already slick. He spits once, presses in, works her open. She pushes back, asking for more. He lines up and sinks in, inch by inch, until his hips meet her ass. They move together, steady, no rush. Later she swings around, takes him in her mouth again, tasting everything, while he pulls her thigh over his face and buries his tongue. She comes with her lips stretched around him. He flips her back, drives deep, holds there, and lets go inside. When he pulls out she stays open, a slow trickle following the head of his cock. She leans down, licks him clean from base to tip, and swallows.