Why you didn't call me?

Frank clears snow from the garden while Gracie watches from inside. The ache between her legs refuses to wait. She slides a toy between her cheeks and works it slowly into her ass, careful not to make a sound. When the door opens, Frank is already hard. He takes the toy out, replaces it with the thick heat of his cock, and pushes until she’s full. Gracie meets every thrust, hips tilted, ass offered. He drives deeper, faster, until he pulls free and paints her flushed skin with his release.