Rissa Makes Her Ass Gape

Rissa May lies on her back on the mat, legs wide. Vince Karter kneels between them. His tongue works her clit, then slides lower to her ass. He pushes in. Slow circles. Her hole relaxes. He eases a finger in, then two. She moans, hips rolling up. He sucks on her ball-smooth skin, tongue flicking. She reaches down, grabs his cock, pulls it to her mouth. They flip. Her lips stretch around him while his tongue stays busy. She takes him deeper, drool sliding down his shaft, her big tits pressed to his stomach. He groans into her wet heat. She lifts her hips, rides his face, then leans forward again. Her mouth drops to his balls. She sucks one in, tongue warm and slow. He answers with long strokes of his tongue, spreading her open. Every time he pulls back, her hole stays wider, pink and slick. She rocks against his mouth. He slips his thumb in beside his tongue. She shudders, still sucking him, breath hot on his cock. He switches angles, nose brushing her clit, tongue buried. She pushes down, takes him to the back of her throat, then lifts off with a wet sound. Her ass flexes, open now, shiny under the light. Vince keeps working her with fingers and tongue until the gape stays after he pulls away. She gasps, hole pulsing, mouth still wrapped around him, trading spit and heat without hurry.