Through the back door

Thommy got a message from his secret lover Koks: the house would be empty all day, no one to interrupt whatever sweet, filthy thing they had in mind. Her only rule was simple—use the back door, keep the neighbors guessing. He took her at her word. When the gate clicked behind him, he found Koks already bent over the kitchen table, skirt lifted, bare. He dropped to his knees, spread her cheeks, and licked the tight ring until it glistened, then pushed two fingers inside to stretch her open. She moaned into her forearm while he freed his cock and pressed the head against that slick, pulsing hole. The first slow thrust made her gasp; the next pushed deeper, forcing her hole to gape around his thickness. He fucked her ass in hard, steady strokes, watching the ring cling to him each time he pulled back. Spit ran down her crack, easing the way, and every thrust slapped wet against her skin. When he was close he yanked free, spun her around, and painted her flushed face with thick, hot ropes across her lips and tongue, leaving her panting, cum dripping from her chin onto the floor.