Anal Addicts #11

Peter had a hell of a good time with Anna on that couch. She went down on his cock just the way he likes it—those soft hands wrapped around the shaft, sliding her tongue everywhere until his eyes rolled back. Straight-up mouth magic. He gave it right back, too. Played the gentleman but threw her around anyway, fucked her in every angle he could bend that body into. When he finally finished he painted her face like he owned the place, thick and warm, just the way she was begging for it.