Flexy

Wibeke can split on command. She folds like silk when she drops to the floor. She arches until her spine forms a perfect bow. But her tightest muscle is the one we want to test. She peels off the lace that barely covers her hips and leaves the straps on her thighs. The lace stays, the heat rises. She wraps her lips around his cock without a word, eyes steady, throat relaxed. Saliva glistens on her chin while she takes him deeper. When he grips her hips and presses forward, her ass opens with the same grace her legs showed a moment earlier. He sinks in until nothing is left outside, and her body adjusts around him like it was built for this exact stretch. Every thrust pulls a soft sound from her throat, yet she stays loose, eager, ready for the next inch he has to give.