Darcia's First Ever Anal

Darcia Lee wants something different tonight. She’s never taken it in the ass, and the idea sits hot under her skin. Charlie Dean is the only man she’ll let guide her there. His hands slide under her shirt first, palms filling with the weight of her breasts. He squeezes, thumbs teasing her nipples until they stiffen. Darcia leans back, eyes half-lidded, letting him look. The moment stretches. Then his fingers trail lower, parting her thighs, tracing the soft heat between. She’s already wet. Charlie turns her, hands firm on her hips, and presses the head of his cock to that untouched ring. Pressure, breath, a slow push—Darcia gasps as he sinks inside, inch by inch, until her body takes him. He moves, steady strokes that open her wider each time. When he pulls free, Darcia doesn’t hesitate; she turns, wraps her lips around him, tasting herself on his length. The cycle repeats—ass, mouth, breath, heat—until Charlie finally groans and spills across her tongue. Darcia swallows, eyes bright, already hungry for more.