Backside Surprise

Kiara Lord lounges on the bed, fingers working slow circles around her asshole. She spreads wider, testing how far her own fingers will sink. The door opens. Lorenzo Viota is already hard, thick vein pulsing along the underside. She rises to her knees and pulls him closer, lips parting around the crown until her nose brushes his stomach. Spit glistens down his shaft when she pulls off. She turns, spreads her cheeks, and guides him straight to her rim. He sinks in with one smooth stroke, balls deep in her tight heat. She pants, rocking back, taking every inch until he grabs her hips and drives harder. The rhythm builds until he pulls out, strokes twice, and paints thick ropes across her ass cheeks.