Firm & Flirty

Sweat still gleams on Mary’s skin when she drops to her knees. The volleyball barely cooled her blood, and now she wants something harder to finish the job. She takes Toby in one smooth stroke, lips stretched wide, throat relaxed, pushing until her nose meets his stomach. He groans and threads his fingers through her dark hair, setting the pace she asked for. She spins around, palms flat on the floor, small breasts swaying beneath her. Toby presses the slick head of his cock against the tight ring between her cheeks and pushes. Mary pushes back, breath hissing as he sinks in, slow and steady, filling her completely. Each thrust rocks her forward; every withdrawal drags a needy whimper from her throat. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, and he drives in harder, hips slapping skin, giving her the deeper workout she craved.