Anal-Crazy Redhead Begs To Be Stretched Out

Lumi keeps telling herself she’s done with the wrong men. It doesn’t stick. The man next door is still sending her pictures of his cock, fat and heavy, right there on her screen while she tries to act like she’s cleaning her apartment. She blocks the number, unblocks it, stares. By the time he knocks she’s wet and already hating herself for it. She opens the door, sees Chris standing there with that same grin. She doesn’t bother with hello. She drops to her knees, palms sliding up his thighs, mouth already open. He pulls her hair and feeds her every inch. She chokes, pulls back, breathes, then takes him deeper, tongue working the underside until spit strings from her chin. He drags her up, spins her, bends her over the arm of the couch. She reaches back, spreads herself, and he pushes in slow. Every inch makes her whimper. He fucks her in long, deliberate strokes until she’s shaking. Then he drops to his back and pulls her on top, her mouth on his balls, her tongue slick and greedy while his cock rests against her cheek. She rides the feeling until she can’t hold still, turns around, takes him in her throat again while he licks her open. When he finally fucks her again she stays on all fours, back arched, taking every thrust until her legs give. He pulls out at the last second and paints her face, thick ropes across her lips and lashes. She licks what she can reach and smiles like she just lost a bet she wanted to lose.