Angelina loves anal!

She stretches out on the sheets in delicate black lace, the blonde strands of her hair spilling across the pillow. Already the hunger is there, that wet heat she cannot hide. She spreads herself, fingers tracing circles around the tight ring that never gets enough attention. The first push slides in slowly, stretching her, making her breath catch and then slide out again on a low moan. Every thrust pulls her open wider, the heat climbing, the slick friction turning her ache into something deeper. She rocks back, greedy for the next inch, the next slow grind that hits every nerve inside her. Her lips part around a cry as the pace builds, her body singing with each stroke. She takes it all, letting the pressure mount until her cries fill the room, her asshole gripping, pulsing, demanding more.