Buns In The Family

Francis X is stretched out in the living room at his girlfriend Miranda’s place, the sun already high. Miranda’s out working, so the house is quiet until Angelika Grays walks in hunting for her phone. She drops to her knees, slips her hand between the cushions, and her skirt rides up, showing smooth, round cheeks. Francis watches, caught. Angelika catches the look and smiles, not in any hurry to stand. She asks if he wants more than a glance. He does. She offers her ass, telling him Miranda never gives that up. Francis moves in fast, palms on her hips, and pushes her thong aside. She stays bent over the couch while he works his fingers in, opening her slowly, getting her wet enough to take him. When he slides inside, she pushes back, taking every inch until he’s buried. They keep it there—slow, deep strokes that make her moan louder each time he drives in. Angelika’s blond hair falls forward, her natural tits sway under the thin top, and Francis grips her ass, spreading her open so he can watch himself disappear. He adds two fingers alongside his cock, stretching her further, and she grinds down on both. The rhythm stays steady, hips slapping, her breath breaking every time he bottoms out. Angelika reaches back to hold herself open wider, urging him deeper until he comes hard, filling her ass while she shakes through her own climax.