A love long overdue

Victor and Lola picked their moment. No more soft words, no more careful looks. They’d held back for months and now that patience had stretched tight enough to snap. Lola, blonde and slender, turned her back to him first, offering the tight ring of her ass like a promise finally kept. He took it slow at first, slicking himself against her warmth, then pressed in with one steady thrust that made her bite the pillow and moan through clenched teeth. She reached back, spread herself wider, begged for more depth. He gave it, hips snapping against the curve of her ass while she rocked to meet each stroke. When he pulled free, still throbbing, Lola rolled over, mouth open and waiting. He stroked himself once, twice, and painted her pretty face with thick, white ropes—across her lips, over one flushed cheek, a final spurt catching in her lashes. She licked what she could reach and smiled, eyes half-lidded, satisfied at last.