Anal Style

James Brossman moves with the easy certainty of a man who knows every nerve, every pressure point. Natasha feels the pull low in her belly, the same rush that comes right before a fight. She peels her clothes away, skin tightening in the cool air, nipples already hard. He doesn't wait for an invitation. One hand on her hip, he guides her onto the mat, positions her on all fours, and spreads her ass with both thumbs. His tongue finds her tight hole first, wet and insistent, then two fingers stretch her open until she pushes back for more. When he finally sinks his cock inside, it's slow, deliberate, the thick head popping past the ring before the rest follows in a single smooth thrust. Natasha moans into the mat while he fucks her ass with measured strokes, balls slapping against her soaked pussy. She reaches back to spread herself wider, and he drives harder. Just before he finishes he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her open mouth and flushed cheeks with thick ropes of come. She swallows what lands on her tongue, eyes glassy, lips glistening.