An Evening In

Night falls and Angelica Heart’s on all fours, begging Francis X to stretch that tight little hole of hers. He starts slow, just two fingers, twisting them, feeling her give in. She moans like she was born for it. Francis has other ideas. He pulls his dick out, slick with lube, lines it up, and presses forward. The ring opens for him; one smooth thrust and he’s balls-deep in the hottest spot in the room. She clenches, bites the pillow, then pushes back like she wants more. He gives it. Long strokes turn short and filthy fast—skin slapping skin, her tits swinging every time he pounds. The wet sound of him railing her ass fills the room. When he grabs her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and grunts that he’s about to flood her guts, she begs for every drop. She gets it. All of it. Thick and hot, dripping out around his cock. She stays bent over, grinning like she just stole the crown jewels from her own damn ass.