Colette likes it rough in the ass

Colette W. sits with her legs spread, blond hair loose around her face, a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Her heavy breasts shift with every breath. When the cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle, her back arches hard. The stretch burns sweet. She groans, then begs for more, voice thick, hips rolling to take every thick inch deeper into her ass. The pounding starts slow, then turns sharp. Each thrust knocks a gasp out of her. Sweat beads between her tits and rolls down her belly. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, eyes half-lidded, mouth open. Every drive forward forces her forward, tits swinging, the slap of skin loud in the room. She comes first with a cry that sounds almost shocked, then again when he grips her hair and slams in deeper. He pulls out at the last second, thick ropes landing across her flushed cheeks and open lips, marking her face while her asshole still twitches from the ride.