Fuck My Ass Please

Renata Fox lies on the bed with a body built for trouble. Oil glistens across her skin as she runs slick fingers over her pussy and ass, teasing both holes until they shine. The glass toys catch the light—clear, cold, and curved exactly right. She sinks one into her pussy, then another into her ass, working them in slow, deliberate strokes. Every thrust drags a wet sound from her throat. Raul Costa finds her like this, legs open, holes glistening, and he takes over without a word. He grips the toys and drives them deeper, twisting them, watching her clench. Then his tongue replaces the glass. He rims her, licks her, pushes fingers inside until she’s gasping. When he frees his cock, he presses the thick head against her oiled rim and sinks straight in. No warm-up. Just steady, relentless strokes that make her moan into the sheets. He keeps his fingers busy too—two inside her pussy while his cock fills her ass. The rhythm never slows. He fucks her until every muscle in her body pulls tight, until the only sound left is the wet slap of skin on skin and the low, broken noises she makes each time he bottoms out.