Twisted Passions #24

She rolls onto her stomach and kicks her legs like she wants it right now, bare ass in the air and the look she shoots over her shoulder says fuck me already. She’s got her cheeks spread, cheeks puffed with that nasty little grin of hers. Not just wet either—dripping down her thighs, the kind of mess that comes from fingers and an earlier orgasm. The guy kneels up behind her, grabs her hips, and lines his dick up like he’s done this before. He doesn’t bother with slow. Slides in all the way in one stroke, nuts-deep, makes her gasp like she just remembered how big he is. He fucks her hard, deep, and lazy at the same time, shaking her ass with every thrust until the skin’s red and slick. Every time he bottoms out, she pushes back like she’s trying to take more. Her pussy’s shiny around his cock, glistening under the light—slick and swollen, lips wrapped tight around him. She moans low every time his balls smack against her clit and her toes curl into the sheets. He spreads her wider with his thumbs so he can watch himself disappear, watches the way her cunt grips him on the backstroke like it doesn’t want him to leave. He’s grinning, cocky, going slow enough to tease her before slamming back in, and she just keeps getting wetter around him.