Bridgette B. Anal Attraction

Bridgette’s body looks carved for pleasure. She stretches across the sheets, breasts heavy, nipples tight. Her hand slips between her thighs and she works herself open, breath catching when her fingers find how wet she already is. The door creaks. She glances back, smirking, and raises her hips. A thick cock slides into view. She reaches back, spreads herself, and lets the head press right where she needs it—right against that tight ring. She pushes back slow, breath hissing as he sinks deeper. Her pussy clenches around nothing while her ass takes every inch. Once he’s buried she starts to rock, greedy for the stretch, greedy for the slap of skin. She drops a hand between her legs again, rubbing while he fucks her. Every thrust knocks a little gasp out of her, blonde hair sticking to her cheek, tits swaying beneath her. He pulls out just long enough for her to turn and swallow him, lips stretched, throat working. Spit drips down her chin and onto those full breasts. She doesn’t wipe it away. She just opens wider, takes him to the root, and moans around the shaft. When he slides back in her ass she meets every stroke, fingers busy on her clit, pushing herself closer to the edge.