Birthday present from Little Rita

Little Rita’s small frame doesn’t need much wrapping. She waits for Markus on the couch, bare, knees apart, dark hair loose against her skin. The moment he opens the door she smiles like she already knows the answer. He crosses the room, shrugs off his shirt, and cups her face. Her mouth opens for his tongue while his other hand slides between her legs, finding her already wet. She pushes his fingers deeper, guiding two inside her, then turns, presenting the tighter hole Markus has been waiting for. He spits on his fingers, works her open, then presses the head of his cock against her rim. She breathes out and takes him slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated in her ass. Her moans get louder with every thrust; she reaches back, spreading herself wider so he can watch himself disappear. When he starts to shake she pulls off, spins around, and takes him in her mouth, tasting herself on his shaft until he spills across her tongue. She swallows, licks her lips, and climbs onto his lap again, guiding him back inside—this time to her pussy—because she wants his second load where it counts.