Gifts For Her

Leya sits on the edge of the bed, legs bare, when Renato steps in carrying a small box. She smiles at the sight of it. Her fingers work the ribbon open and she slips her panties down, turning so her ass faces him, smooth and offered without a word. Renato sets the gift aside and drops to his knees, parting her cheeks, tongue sliding over her tight hole. She pushes back into his mouth. A single finger joins his tongue, then two, moving deeper, slicking her open while she bites her lip and lets out a low sound. She tastes herself on his cock when she takes him in her mouth—ass to mouth, slow, deliberate—her red hair falling forward as she works him wet. He stands, turns her around, and presses the head against her ass. He sinks in inch by inch, filling her. She takes every thrust, ass clenching around him, natural tits brushing the sheets as he drives harder. He pulls out, she drops to her knees again, and licks him clean before he slides back inside her, pushing her over the edge with each deep stroke.