A Taste Of An Angel's Buttocks

Angel Rush slips into sheer lingerie that clings to every curve. The thong disappears between her cheeks, the stockings frame her ass, and Kristof Cale can’t look away. He spreads her open, tongue working slow circles over her tight hole before a finger slides in to test her. She stays bent, breath hitching, until he replaces the finger with his cock. The stretch makes her moan. Whenever the rhythm breaks, she drops to her knees, sucks him straight from her own ass, then grabs a slim vibrator and presses it to her clit while he pushes back inside. She comes in soft, trembling waves. Kristof pulls free at the last second and paints her face with thick ropes that drip from her lashes to her open lips.