A Token of Lust

Tina Kay's perched at home, legs spread, tits peeking through her top. Her man's walking in and she's already wet. Wants Toby to stuff her until her brain shorts out. She drags him down, yanks his belt, hauls his cock out like it's owed to her. He goes in dry at first, pushing past that tight ring of hers. She hisses, then laughs, cocky and greedy, "Fuck my ass like you mean it." Toby drives in. Slow. Deep. The head pops past the muscle and she shudders—shoulders on the couch, ass high. He pulls out halfway, shoves back, filling her until her hole's clinging to every inch. Tina gasps, but she's grinning, rolling her hips to take the next thrust faster. The rhythm turns mean. Each slap of skin pulls another moan out of her, raw, messy, and wet. She's clenching around him, greedy, biting her lip like the stretch hurts so good she could beg for it twice. "Harder," she spits, voice thick with lust. Toby grips her waist, slams into her again and again. Every pump forces another filthy noise from her throat. She's arching, mouth open, demanding every inch until her brain melts and the only word left is "more."