Anal Training of Lexi Fox

Lexi Fox sits on the edge of the bed, already wet between the legs and hungry for cock. She opens her mouth the second he walks in, taking him deep without any warm-up. Her tongue works the underside while she strokes the shaft, drool running down her chin and onto her tits. Every moan she makes vibrates around him. She pulls back only to spit on the head, then sinks down again until her nose brushes his stomach. When he’s dripping and hard, she turns around, spreads her cheeks, and backs onto him. The head pushes past her tight ring, then the rest follows in one slow, slick slide. Lexi groans, pushes back, takes every inch until her ass rests flush against him. She rocks, fucks herself on his cock, working the hole open inch by inch. He grabs her hips and drives in harder, slapping skin against skin, her moans getting louder every time he bottoms out. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, begs for more. He pulls out just long enough to flip her onto her back, pushes her knees to her chest, and slides back into that stretched hole. The pace turns ruthless. Lexi’s eyes roll, her mouth stays open, wet and wanting. He pulls free again, strokes himself once, twice, and paints her face—thick ropes across her lips, her cheek, one strand catching in her lashes. She licks what she can reach, swallows, smiles with cum still dripping from her chin.