Sex Arsenal

Amy Anderssen moves like she knows every inch of herself is built for this. Her lips part and she takes him in slow, working her mouth until his hips twitch. She pulls off and wraps her breasts around him, squeezing him between that warm, slick skin. She lowers herself to the floor and strokes him with her feet, arches flexing, toes painted dark. He watches her like he wants to remember every shift she makes. She climbs into his lap, lines him up, and sinks down. He grips her hips while she rides. She leans back, sliding those feet over his chest again. He finishes inside her and she stays there, catching her breath, one foot resting against his thigh.