Anal with Style

Toby likes things done with style. So the setup says it all: leopard-print blanket stretched across the bed, redhead stretched across that, bare skin and red hair against the pattern like she was poured there on purpose. She starts on her knees. His cock fills her mouth, slow at first, then deeper. She takes him until her lips meet the base and stays there, throat working, spit shining her chin. When he pulls back she gasps once, strings of saliva stretching, then opens again like she missed it already. He turns her. Hands on her hips, he lines up and pushes into her ass in one steady stroke. She breathes through it, back arching, red hair spilling over her shoulders. He starts moving—long, measured thrusts that open her up more each time. The leopard print shifts under her knees. She reaches back, spreads herself wider for him. He takes the invitation, pace quickening, hips slapping skin. When he’s ready he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her face—thick ropes landing across her lips, her cheek, one stray line catching in her hair. She licks her lower lip clean, eyes half-lidded, tasting the finish.