Anal Time For Hazel

Hazel Dew moves like she means it. She finds Andrew in the room and gets on her knees without a word. Her mouth closes around him, wet and steady, her dark hair brushing his thighs every time she sinks lower. He lets her work for a while, then lifts her, spreads her, and puts his tongue to the slick heat between her legs. She rocks against his face, quiet at first, then louder when he pushes two fingers inside her. When he bends her over, she reaches back, opens herself, and guides him where she wants him most. He sinks into her ass in one slow stroke. Her breath breaks into a string of short, sharp sounds. He keeps her pinned there, hips meeting hers in a steady rhythm, until she tightens and comes with a long, helpless cry.