Anal Training of Casey Donell

Casey Donell moves like she already owns the room. Her dark hair hangs in loose waves, brushing bare shoulders, and her eyes lock on Markus with the calm certainty that she is the thing he wants most right now. He doesn’t waste time on words. He steps in, cups her ass, and spreads her open. The tight pink ring between her cheeks twitches once, then again, as he presses the slick head of his cock against it. She breathes out, relaxes, and takes him in an inch at a time until her rim stretches snug around his shaft. Markus starts to fuck her ass with steady, measured strokes, each one pushing deeper. Spit shines on his length whenever he pulls out, and Casey reaches back to pull herself wider for him. He speeds up. She moans, the sound low and genuine. He grunts, pulls free at the last second, and paints her parted lips and flushed cheeks with thick ropes of cum that drip down her chin. She smiles, lazy and satisfied, tongue flicking out to catch what she can.