Housekeeper's Backdoor

Marsianna Amoon wears a tiny colorful dress while she dusts, hips rolling with every stroke. Josh steps in and the fabric might as well vanish, every curve suddenly on display. She turns, he grabs her waist, and the kiss is slow, filthy. Before long he has her bent over the counter, dress yanked to her waist. He spreads her small, tattooed cheeks and presses his tongue to her tight hole, then pushes inside. Marsianna moans, pushing back, taking him deep. After a few hard thrusts he slips free, and she drops straight to her knees, tasting herself on his cock before he slides back in, fucking her ass until she shakes. He pulls out again, feeds his length into her waiting mouth, and she swallows him greedily, eyes watering, lips slick.