First in line

Magy stretches in red lace. The color clings to her skin, thin straps digging soft lines into her hips. Men crowd the doorway, waiting, shifting from foot to foot. She smiles, slow and sure, as the crew sends them away. Only Arty stays. He steps forward, already hard, and lays his hands on her waist. No rush. He turns her, slides the lingerie aside, and pushes into her ass with one long thrust. She gasps but pushes back. Each stroke goes deeper, steady, until her legs shake and her moans break into short cries. He keeps going until he pulls out and finishes across her open mouth and flushed cheeks. Cum streaks her skin. She licks her lips, tasting him, red lace still twisted around her thighs.