You Caught Me!

Kenzie Taylor was alone when it happened. Fingertips slick, breath short, she eased one finger past the tight ring she’d never tried before. She didn’t hear John Strong come in. He found her on the bed, legs spread, that single finger working slow circles inside her ass. Her heavy tits rose and fell with every shaky breath. The moment their eyes met, the air cracked. She should have stopped, maybe covered herself, but heat flooded between her legs instead. John’s cock was already pushing hard against his zipper, the sight of her caught in the act turning something primal loose in both of them. He crossed the room in two strides, freed himself, and pressed the swollen head against her wet, newly curious hole. Kenzie moaned at the blunt pressure, nodding for more. Inch by inch he sank into her, stretching her in a way fingers never could. She took him deep, ass gripping him tight, big tits bouncing every time his hips met hers. They moved like they’d waited for this without knowing it. He drove harder, deeper, until his rhythm turned ragged and he pulled free just in time to stripe her flushed face with thick, hot ropes. Cum slid down her cheek, over her parted lips, and she licked at the taste, still pulsing around the memory of him inside her ass.