Anal Training of Emily Thorne

Emily Thorne craves anal like most women crave chocolate. It's not a preference; it's a need she can't switch off. Today she gets her chance. Arty knows his way around a woman's ass. The question is whether he'll give her the kind of fucking that leaves her wrecked or simply wanting more. She starts on her knees, dark hair falling around her face as she takes his cock into her mouth. Slow, wet strokes. Tongue working the head. When he's hard enough, she turns, offers her ass, already slick and waiting. He pushes in, steady and thick. Emily takes every inch, her breath hitching, then steadying into low moans as he fills her. He fucks her like he owns the hole. Deep, measured, then harder when she pushes back against him. Her pussy drips untouched. He keeps going until he can't hold it, pulls out and paints her face with thick ropes that streak across her lips and cheek. She licks what she can reach, eyes half-lidded, still hungry.