Stress Relieving Anal

Loren spends her days climbing corporate ladders, long nights buried in contracts. The stress shows in her shoulders. Tonight her husband offers the only remedy that works for her. She steps out of the pencil skirt, then the silk panties, letting both fall to the floor. Her body is already warming when he touches her. He kneels behind her, spreads her cheeks, and presses his mouth against her tightest spot. She sighs, grips the edge of the sofa, and pushes back into his tongue. When he stands, his cock is hard and heavy. She opens for him in one slow, deliberate slide. Inch by inch he sinks in until she is full, the ache giving way to heat. He pulls out and drives back in, steady strokes that turn quicker. Loren breathes his name against the cushion, fingers clutching fabric. He reaches around to rub her clit in tight circles while he fucks her ass harder, the slap of skin filling the room. She comes first, a sharp tremor that makes her clench around him. He follows seconds later, burying deep and spilling inside her, both of them still for a moment before he eases out and she sinks into the cushions, finally loose.