Ass-fuck with Kathia

Kathia never lingers in one place for long. When she flies back into Budapest her first stop is our studio, eager to pick up where we left off. The last time we saw her that perfect little ass swallowed everything we gave it. She showed us how far she can stretch and how wide she can gape. Today she wants the same lesson, only harder. She drops to her knees straight away and takes him deep in her mouth, spit running down her chin while she works her tongue under every inch. When he pulls her up she turns, braces her hands on the couch, and presents that tight ring already glistening. He presses forward, and her body answers with a long, wet sigh. Inch after inch disappears until his hips meet her cheeks. She rocks back, taking him to the hilt, then slides off and lets him watch her hole pulse and open. Her pussy drips onto the leather as he sinks back in, picking up the pace until every thrust forces another gush of clear liquid down her thighs. She reaches between her legs, rubs fast, and comes hard, squirting again with a sharp cry. He keeps driving into her stretched ass until the need hits him too. He pulls out, spins her around, and paints her open mouth and flushed cheeks with thick ropes of come. She swallows what lands on her tongue, then licks the last drops from his head like it is her favorite flavor.