A Bootyful B-Day Surprise

Leya Desantis drags Francis X through the door, heels clicking on the marble. She hands him a gift bag. He digs past the tissue and stops cold at the clear bottle of thick, clear lube. His eyebrows lift. She just smiles, slips out of the tight skirt, turns, and peels her cheeks apart. "That’s the real present," she says. "My ass. All yours tonight." He’s been asking for it for months. She’s been thinking about it for just as long. Tonight, every inch she kept from him is his to take. She reaches back, rubs a shining drop of lube over her tight hole, then presses a finger inside. The muscle squeezes, then opens, and the sight makes Francis hard in seconds. Her big, natural tits sway as she works the finger deeper, fucking herself with it while she watches him watch her. He steps in close, cock already out, heavy and throbbing. Leya bends over the back of the couch, blonde hair spilling down her back. Francis drips more lube, spreads it with two fingers, then lines up. He pushes. Slow. Steady. The head slips in, stretching her until she gasps, and then the rest follows, inch by inch, until his hips press flush against her cheeks. Every thrust makes her moan louder. Her tits bounce each time he bottoms out. She reaches between her legs, rubs her clit while he fucks her ass, and the wet sound of her fingers mixes with the slap of skin on skin. Francis grips her waist, pulls her back onto him, and she takes it all—deep, full, exactly what he asked for. When he’s finally close, Leya clenches around him, tight and hot, milking every drop until he spills inside her. She stays there a moment, breathing hard, before she straightens and kisses him. "Happy birthday."