Lana's Leisurely Afternoon

Lana Roy stretches out on the sofa, all long legs and dark hair. Kristof Cale stands over her, already stiff, and she takes him into her mouth with one smooth motion, sinking until her nose brushes his skin. She works him slowly, lips tight, tongue flat, pulling back only to spit on the head and swallow him again. He groans, hips twitching, but she’s in control for now. When her mouth leaves him slick and pulsing she turns onto her hands and knees, offering that tight little ass. Kristof spreads her cheeks, spits once more, and pushes the head inside. Lana’s breath catches; she reaches back, fingers finding her own cunt, two fingers sliding in as he works deeper. Every inch stretches her, and she rocks back to take the rest. He starts fucking in steady strokes while she keeps fingering herself, the wet sounds mixing with skin slapping skin. She pushes three fingers in, knuckles disappearing, meeting his thrusts until her thighs shake and her moans grow hoarse.