Ass-clusivity

Angelica Heart steps close, hips rolling, her big tits framed by a low neckline. Kristof Cale’s hands settle on her waist, then slide lower, claiming her ass with slow, firm strokes. He spreads her cheeks, fingers circling, pushing inside her tight heat until she rocks back for more. She gasps, knuckles white against the sheets, as he works her open and slips a second finger alongside the first. When he replaces his hand with his cock, she arches, greedy for the stretch. He sinks in deep, inch by inch, until her ass grips him to the root. Every thrust pulls a low moan from her throat, bodies locked in a slick rhythm that leaves them both shaking, spent, and smiling.