Tushy Study

Candee Licious is hungry for cock, pacing the room while Raul Costa tries to focus on his work. He steals one glance and the decision is made—he stands, reaches for her, and the books can wait. She melts into his hands, nipples already tight, and drops to her knees without a word. Her mouth slides over him in one slow stroke, wet, warm, deliberate. Raul grabs her hair, guiding, testing, then pulls her up and spins her toward the desk. He bends her, spreads her cheeks, and runs two fingers over her tight little hole. She pushes back, eager. One slick digit slips inside, then another, opening her up while she moans into the wood. When he replaces his fingers with the blunt head of his cock, she stays perfectly still, letting him sink in. He fucks her ass in measured strokes, pulling almost free, then driving back until her cheeks slap his hips. She reaches down, fingers her clit, then brings her hand up to taste herself. The flavor sparks something; she turns, takes him straight from her ass into her mouth, sucking greedily. Raul watches her lips glide over the same shaft that just stretched her, lets her lick him clean, then flips her onto her back. He lifts her legs, sinks deep again, fingering her while he pounds. She comes with a sharp cry, ass pulsing around him, mouth open, blonde hair stuck to her flushed cheek. He follows seconds later, pulling out to stripe her tongue, and she swallows every drop without spilling a bit.