Bratty Babe Maya Demands Anal Attention Right Now

She stood there in lingerie like it was armor, all lace and intention, and the room suddenly felt smaller. Dan barely looked up. That was the last mistake he made. Maya stepped closer, hips shifting with every step, her body already ahead of her words. She grabbed his hand without asking and pulled it behind her, pressing his fingers between her cheeks through the thin fabric. He didn’t pull back. She leaned over the arm of the couch, face turned away, and guided two of his fingers deeper, right where she wanted them, slow and certain. The fabric slid aside on its own. She pushed back onto his hand, breathing harder now, every motion deliberate. He curled his fingers just enough to make her moan through her teeth, and she didn’t bother hiding it. When she turned around, her mouth found him fast, tongue working him in long strokes before she dropped lower and took his balls into her mouth, sucking slow and heavy, eyes locked on his. She didn’t say anything else. She just switched positions again, ass up, back arched, waiting. He followed without a word, fingers sliding in once more before his cock took their place, inch by inch, until she was full and shaking. When he pulled out she turned fast and took him straight into her mouth again, lips slick, no hesitation. He watched her the whole time. She never looked away.