Happy Ass-iversary

Renato walks through the door with roses in one hand and a half-smile on his face, expecting dinner and maybe a quiet night. Bonnie Dolce meets him in the hallway wearing nothing but heels and a look that says she has something else in mind. She turns, palms against the wall, and presents herself. Her ass is already slick—pre-lubed and ready. Renato sets the flowers aside and drops straight to his knees. Two fingers slide in easily; her hole opens, clenching around his knuckles while her small tits press to the plaster. He works her open slow at first, then faster, until she’s rocking back onto his hand. When he pulls his fingers free they glisten. Bonnie spins, sinks to her own knees, and takes them straight into her mouth, tasting every bit of herself. Renato stands. His cock follows the same path—first the tight ring of muscle, then deeper, stretching her while she gasps and pushes back for more. Blonde strands stick to her damp forehead. She keeps one hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit in time with each thrust. Renato grabs her hips, drives in hard, and Bonnie answers with a low, filthy moan that fills the narrow hallway. They don’t make it to the bedroom.