Chocolate for dessert

Anissa likes cock the way most women like chocolate—slow, deep, and on her own terms. She’s sampled the pale ones, and now she wants something richer. The ebony shaft waiting for her stretches her rim wide, sinks in smooth, and doesn’t stop until every thick inch has claimed her ass. She arches, greedy, taking him past the point most girls tap out. Her heavy breasts sway with each thrust, and when he finally pulls free she opens her mouth and lets him paint her tongue, her chin, the soft slopes of her chest.