Helena's joy

Helena had hunted for the right man for years. Plenty caught her eye, yet none stayed in her bed long enough. She wanted the full package—good looks and real skill between the sheets. At last she found it. The moment he took her, she knew she’d struck gold: broad shoulders, strong hands, and a cock that made her back arch the second it slid inside. He flipped her onto all fours, spread her ass, and eased in until her tight hole opened for him. Her tits swung beneath her while he pounded her, skin slapping hard. She came with a sharp cry, then turned around, knelt, and let him paint her flushed face with thick ropes of cum.