Blonde MILF Squirts During Anal

Charlie lets the door click shut behind him. He keeps his eyes on her and she feels every inch of it. She steps in close, fits her hand right where his belt sits, and gives a slow pull. She drops to her knees, opens his fly, and takes him into her mouth with no tease, just heat. Dan’s hand rests on the back of her head while she works him deeper, tongue flat, throat loose. She pulls off long enough to lick lower, tongue dragging over his balls until they tighten against her chin, then sucks one, slow, wet, deliberate. He pulls her up, flips her onto the couch, spreads her thighs and drops his own mouth between them. They shift, twist, find the right angle—her head tilted back, his cock hanging heavy above her, her tongue still reaching for him while he licks her open. He pushes two fingers inside, curls them, and she comes wet, a sudden rush she can’t hold back. He slides up, eases her onto her stomach, presses her knees under her. She feels the pressure first, then the stretch as he works in deeper. Each thrust knocks a soft, urgent sound out of her. Her hand slips between her own thighs and rubs, and when she comes again it’s loud, messy, soaking the cushion under her. Dan keeps moving, steady, until he empties with a low grunt and she stays folded under him, shaking.