Of Course She's Free for Anal

Angelika Grays stands in front of him, sunlight catching her pale skin. She turns, offers herself, and Raul Costa presses the head of his cock to her ass. She takes him slowly, inch by inch, breathing through every stretch until he’s buried to the hilt. A soft moan escapes her as he begins to move. He fucks her in long, measured strokes, and she pushes back, hungry for the feeling of being opened. Her small breasts brush the sheets each time he sinks in. When he pulls out she’s quick to turn and take him into her mouth, tasting herself, swallowing him until her nose meets his stomach. She holds there, throat working around his length, then draws back for air only to go down again, deeper. He fucks her throat the same way he fucked her ass—steady, unhurried, letting her set the pace until she’s gagging softly and still asking for more with her eyes. She turns again, spreads for him, and he slides back inside her ass like he never left.