My my my...

Malina likes to wear black lace that barely covers anything. She stretches out on the sheets, long dark hair spilling across the pillow, and lets the glass toy slide between her cheeks. The thick bulb presses, gives, then sinks in. Her breath catches as she works it deeper, twisting it slowly, opening herself for what comes next. Frank steps up behind her. He pulls the toy free and presses his cock straight into that same tight place. She groans into the mattress while he takes her in steady strokes, filling her ass again and again. No warm-up, no mercy—just thick, hard thrusts that make her push back for more. When he’s ready, he pulls out and paints her face. Thick ropes land across her lips, her chin, a few drops catching in her hair. She stays on her knees, tongue out, letting it drip down her skin.