Anal Training of Svetlana Morich

Svetlana kept her voice low. She wore a black lace bra and matching thong, stockings clipped to a garter belt. Thommy slipped the thong aside and pressed the head of his cock against her puckered opening. She stayed still, breathing through the stretch as he eased in, inch by inch, until his hips met the soft curve of her ass. The pain slipped into heat. She braced her palms on the bed and pushed back, taking every bit he gave her. He pulled out slow, then drove in again, deeper, harder. Svetlana’s moans grew louder, wetter. When he pulled free, she dropped to her knees, took him in her mouth, and kept him slick. Cum hit her tongue and chin, dripping down to her lace-covered breasts. She swallowed, eyes half-lidded, already wanting more.