For Your Butt Only

Little Candy stretches out on the sheets, all small curves and natural tits that barely fill her palms. The guy lines up behind her and she sighs the moment his cock parts her wet pussy. He starts deep and steady, letting her feel every inch, then eases his thumb into her ass so she stretches around both. Candy moans into the pillow while he works her open, slow pumps turning into hard, rhythmic thrusts that slap skin on skin. When she’s relaxed and greedy he pulls free, presses the head against her tighter hole, and sinks in. She bites the sheet, eyes squeezed shut, taking him inch by inch until his balls rest against her cheeks. He gives her a second to breathe, then starts driving—short, relentless strokes that make her tits swing and the bed creak. Candy’s fingers slip between her legs, rubbing her clit in time with his pace, and the room fills with wet sounds and her quick, broken whimpers. He pulls out only when he’s close, jerks once, twice, and paints her flushed face in thick ropes that drip from her lips and chin.