Anal Training of Mila Snow

Mila feels that itch. The one that settles low and warm. She knows what she wants and Yura is the one who can give it to her tonight. He barely has time to catch his breath before her fingers find his belt. Clothes fall. The moment his cock springs free she takes him into her mouth, lips sliding down every inch, tongue working in slow, wet circles. He hardens fast, hips twitching as she sucks deeper. When she’s had enough of the tease, Mila turns. She offers her ass with no hesitation and pulls him in. The first push stretches her, breath catching, but she wants more. She rocks back, taking him deeper, then deeper still, until the motion builds into a steady rhythm. Each thrust loosens her further; her moans turn ragged, her body opens for him. He drives harder. Mila meets every stroke, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted, riding the pleasure until he finally spills across her face in thick, hot ropes.