Zsolt Abraham
Last Package Of The Day
Pane And Pleasure
No Condoms, No Problems
A Load From Both Ends
Francis X. is stretched out on the couch when a knock hits the door. He answers and finds Peach Lollypop, red hair pulled tight under her helmet, bike shorts molded to every curve. She hands over the final package and asks where he wants it. He points to the floor inside. Peach steps in, bends at the waist to set the box down, and her ass rounds out in those tight shorts like a ripe peach. Francis stares, cock already thick against his zipper. Peach glances back, catches him looking, and smiles slow and filthy. "Last delivery of the day," she says. "Want me to stay a little longer?" Francis answers by stepping closer. He runs his hand up the back of her thigh, fingers sliding under the hem of her shorts. She pushes her ass back against his palm. He peels the shorts down, exposing smooth pale skin and a tight, pink hole. His thumb presses there first, then his finger sinks knuckle-deep. Peach moans, legs spreading wider. He works two fingers in, twisting, opening her. Her pussy drips onto the floor while he pumps her ass. She reaches back, spreads herself for him, begging without words. Francis spits on her hole, pushes three fingers inside, stretching her until she’s gasping. She rocks back on his hand, big tits spilling out of her unzipped top, nipples hard. When she’s loose and slick, he replaces his fingers with his cock. Peach’s mouth drops open, a long, low sound as he pushes past her ring. He grips her hips and fucks her deep, every stroke making her tits sway. She reaches between her legs, rubs her clit, coming hard around his shaft. Francis keeps driving, filling her ass until he spills hot and thick inside her. She stays bent over, breathing hard, cum leaking down her thigh. The empty package lies forgotten on the floor beside them.
Francis X. is stretched out on the couch when a knock hits the door. He answers and finds Peach Lollypop, red hair pulled tight under her helmet, bike shorts molded to every curve. She hands over the final package and asks where he wants it. He points to the floor inside. Peach steps in, bends at the waist to set the box down, and her ass rounds out in those tight shorts like a ripe peach. Francis stares, cock already thick against his zipper. Peach glances back, catches him looking, and smiles slow and filthy. "Last delivery of the day," she says. "Want me to stay a little longer?" Francis answers by stepping closer. He runs his hand up the back of her thigh, fingers sliding under the hem of her shorts. She pushes her ass back against his palm. He peels the shorts down, exposing smooth pale skin and a tight, pink hole. His thumb presses there first, then his finger sinks knuckle-deep. Peach moans, legs spreading wider. He works two fingers in, twisting, opening her. Her pussy drips onto the floor while he pumps her ass. She reaches back, spreads herself for him, begging without words. Francis spits on her hole, pushes three fingers inside, stretching her until she’s gasping. She rocks back on his hand, big tits spilling out of her unzipped top, nipples hard. When she’s loose and slick, he replaces his fingers with his cock. Peach’s mouth drops open, a long, low sound as he pushes past her ring. He grips her hips and fucks her deep, every stroke making her tits sway. She reaches between her legs, rubs her clit, coming hard around his shaft. Francis keeps driving, filling her ass until he spills hot and thick inside her. She stays bent over, breathing hard, cum leaking down her thigh. The empty package lies forgotten on the floor beside them.