Naughty Via's Gaping Ass

Via Lasciva lies back with her blond hair spilling across the sheets, sliding two fingers between her thin lips. She works herself open, slow and steady, already wet. Andrew Marshall walks in and drops between her spread thighs. His tongue finds her clit and stays there, lapping with steady hunger. When he finally pulls away, Via sits up, mouth open, and takes his stiff cock to the back of her throat. She holds him deep, eyes watering, spit shining on her chin. He flips her onto her back and drives into her cunt in hard, even strokes. She moans, small breasts rising with each thrust. Then she rolls onto all fours, lifts her hips, and lets him watch her puckered hole twitch. Andrew presses in, stretching her tight rim with one slow push after another until he’s buried to the balls. He fucks her ass with deep, relentless strokes, her cheeks clapping softly against him. When his breathing breaks, he pulls out and paints her face—thick ropes landing across her lips and cheeks while she blinks up at him, mouth still open.