Getting Up To Anal

The girl is barely awake, hair still a mess from the pillow. Charlie runs his hands over warm skin that looks kissed by sun. He lingers at the swell of her backside, fingers tracing slow circles around the tight, tender hole. She arches against his touch, a small gasp catching in her throat. He teases her open, pressing one slick finger inside while his other hand cups the soft curve of her breast. When she’s breathing hard and rocking back on his hand, he pulls her close and feeds his cock into her mouth. She takes him deep, eyes wet, spit sliding down her chin. He watches her for a moment, then turns her over, lines up behind her and pushes straight into that tight ass. One long stroke and he’s buried to the hilt. Her moan breaks the morning quiet. Charlie grips her hips and fucks her harder, each thrust making her ass jiggle around him. She reaches back, fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit until the pleasure has her shaking. He doesn’t let up. He keeps driving into her, pace steady, until her body clamps down and she comes hard with a broken cry. Only then does he pull out, flip her onto her back and finish across the soft, flushed skin of her tits.