Up His In-Law's Skirt

Cara Mella steps off the plane and her eyes light up the moment she spots Zack. The ride home feels endless. She can hardly keep her hands still. By the time they close the front door, she’s already lifting her skirt, letting him see she wore nothing underneath. Her heavy breasts press against thin fabric as she bends forward, cheeks spread. Zack kneels behind her, tongue gliding over that tight, untouched ring. A low moan slips from her throat. Her fingers slide between her thighs, circling her clit while his tongue works her open. She pushes back, greedy for more. Two slick fingers replace his tongue, stretching her slowly, then faster, until she’s panting. Zack stands, cock rigid, and presses against the same spot. He eases inside inch by inch. Cara gasps, then smiles. Her ass takes him deeper, every thrust sending a fresh wave of heat through her. She rocks back to meet him, fingers still working her clit, lost in the rhythm until the room fills with the wet sound of skin on skin and her quick, breathy cries.