Insatiable Blonde Anna Gapes Her Perfect Ass

Anna Claire Clouds steps into the lot, sunlight sliding over bare shoulders and short summer dress. She bends over the hood of a low-slung ride, shorts riding high on the backs of her thighs. Christian Clay watches the thin fabric cling, then walks up behind her. His palm slides up the inside of her leg, fingers finding heat beneath the cotton. She pushes back into his hand, breathing out slow, hips tilting to let him feel how wet she already is. He works two fingers inside her, curling deep until her legs shake. The dealer turns her, lifts her onto the warm metal, spreads her knees. She takes his cock in both hands, leans in, tongue flicking the head before she takes him into her throat. Spit runs down his shaft. He drags her forward, flips her again, pulls her thong aside. One slick finger traces her tighter hole, presses, sinks in. Anna exhales, shoulders slack, eyes half-lidded. He adds another finger, opening her slowly, feeling the muscle give. She reaches back, spreads herself wider. He pulls his fingers free, replaces them with the blunt head of his cock. Inch by inch he sinks inside. Her breath catches, then steadies into low moans every time he bottoms out. He keeps the pace steady, deep, stretching her until her legs tremble. When he pulls out, she spins, drops to her knees, mouth open. He feeds his cock back between her lips, still warm from her ass, and she sucks him clean. His hand tightens in her hair; his release fills her mouth. She swallows, eyes up, lips shining. The car stays parked, keys still dangling from his belt loop.