Lovely servant

Sasha walks in with that cold Coke like she owns the room. The glass sweats, beads of water tracing down its sides. But nobody is watching the glass. Her ass fills the tight skirt, round and firm, begging for hands. George can’t stop staring. He wants to spread those cheeks and bury himself in that tight hole. He pulls her close, sits her on his cock and drives up hard. Each thrust knocks the breath out of her, stretching that pretty asshole wide while her lips part around a broken moan. He keeps pounding, relentless, until he pulls out and paints her face with thick ropes of cum.