Anal Training of Kendra Star

Kendra Star wears the uniform like it was poured onto her—white apron, short black skirt, red hair pinned up with stray curls brushing her neck. Yura sees what he wants right away: her ass, the way it moves when she bends to dust, the tight little hole beneath the lace panties that peek out every time she reaches. He stops her. No more sweeping today. He pulls her close, lifts the skirt, and runs his thumb along the seam of those panties until they’re damp. She opens her mouth for him before he even asks. On her knees, she takes his cock deep, red hair spilling free as she works him with wet, hungry sounds. When he’s hard and slick she turns, palms flat on the table, and offers him exactly what he came for. He pushes in slow at first, then deeper, stretching that perfect ass until every inch disappears inside her. Her moans turn sharp and needy. He fucks her harder, the uniform bunched at her waist, the table rocking. When he’s ready he pulls out, spins her around, and paints her pretty face white, streaks landing across her lips and lashes while she licks at what she can reach.