Anal training of Michell

Michell steps into the dim room like someone who already knows exactly what she wants. Omar doesn’t waste time. He pulls her close, and the first moan slips from her lips before her skirt even hits the floor. She sinks to her knees and takes him in her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, wetter, until her lips meet his base. When he bends her over, he spreads her open and presses into her ass without mercy. Michell pushes back, breath hitching, thighs trembling. Each thrust comes harder, the room filling with the slick sound of skin meeting skin and the raw edge of her voice. Omar keeps her pinned, driving deep until her moans break into something helpless. At the end he pulls out, strokes himself once, twice, and paints her face with thick ropes that streak across her flushed skin.