Anal Impression

Francys Belle stood in front of the mirror and slipped into her best lace lingerie. Little smile. Hard nipples already showing through. She bent over and tugged the plug out of her ass nice and slow, ass hugging it tight on the way out, pussy slick between her thighs. The front door clicked open. She turned, caught Thomas staring, and dropped to her hands and knees right there on the rug. "Come wreck it," she said. He didn’t wait. Spat on his cock, lined up, and shoved inside her greedy hole with one smooth push. Francys groaned loud, back arching, fingers curling in the carpet. Thomas grabbed her hips and started pounding. Wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. Every thrust made her moan like a cheap slut. She pushed back to meet him, greedy for more. Sweat ran down her spine. Thomas grunted, slapped her ass, drove in deeper. She could feel every vein on that thick cock stretching her open. Her mind went blank. All she wanted was cum in her ruined hole and nothing else.