Private Getaway

Cherry Kiss wanted a weekend away. Just her and Kristof, no distractions, no excuses. She steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a thin silk robe, hair loose and still damp from the shower. When she drops the robe, her natural tits catch the light, nipples already stiff. Kristof is waiting on the bed, cock half-hard, eyes locked on her shaved-smooth pussy and the soft, natural bush above it. She climbs over him, settles onto his face first so his tongue can taste how wet she already is, then slides down to straddle his hips. His thick cock presses between her cheeks. She reaches back, spreads herself, and sinks onto him inch by inch. The stretch pulls a low moan from her throat. Once he’s buried to the hilt, she starts to ride—slow, deliberate, grinding so every thrust opens her wider. Kristof grips her hips, then slides two fingers around to rub her clit while she bounces on him. The double sensation makes her shudder. She leans forward, tits brushing his chest, and begs him to fuck her harder. He flips her onto her stomach, spreads her cheeks, and drives back in, deeper now, the slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room. Cherry’s fingers curl into the sheets as he works her open, every stroke slick, relentless, exactly what she came here for.