Ass-clusivity

Angelica Heart's in that head-tilt-back, bite-her-lip kind of mood, and Kristof knows exactly why he’s here. He’s between her thighs with both hands full of her round, tan ass, spreading her cheeks like he’s unwrapping a late-night treat. Two fingers first, slick and slow, working her open while she pushes back with a moan that turns into a laugh—filthy and proud of it. Once he’s sunk to the knuckles he swaps in his cock, thick, steady pressure driving her down into the sheets. Every thrust lands with a slap, balls brushing her soaked folds, and Angelica arches harder, begging him not to ease up. Kristof’s got one hand gripping her waist like a handle and the other thumb circling her clit while he pounds her ass open—deeper, dirtier, staying right on the edge until her whole body locks up and he lets go, shooting thick ropes that drip right back out the second he pulls free.