Out of the jeans

Airx popped out of his jeans the second he saw her. Helena stood there, all dark hair and lace, waiting. He was on her before she could blink—cock already stiff, hands rough with need. He bent her over the couch, fed his length into her mouth first, let her tongue work the head while spit ran down her chin. Then he spun her, spread her cheeks, and drove straight into her ass, one hard thrust that made her gasp. He stayed deep, hips snapping, switching holes whenever the urge struck—pussy, ass, back to her throat, never giving her a moment empty. She took every inch, dripping, moaning, used and loving it.