My Permission

Xander walks in and the rose-petal trail leads straight to the bedroom. Abella’s already on the bed, red lace barely covering anything, eyes daring him to wreck the night. She grabs his cock and stuffs it straight down her throat, hungry as hell, making the kind of slurping sounds that say “happy anniversary.” He pushes her face flush to his crotch, and she gags on every inch he gives her. She wants more. Abella tells him to take her tight little virgin ass. He spits on the hole, lines up, and works the head inside while she shakes through her first anal. Once she’s open, she squats down and rides him deep, her cheeks slapping his thighs every time she drops. She comes hard—again and again—while he keeps pounding her back door. Pulling off, she spins around and slides his cock straight from her ass to her mouth, sucking it clean like the greedy little freak she is. Then they flip the script: he shoves right from her ass into her wet pussy and keeps going. She’s moaning like crazy, whole body twitching, and he spreads her wide so he can pound her even harder. Finally he yanks out and paints her pretty face with a thick load, warm ropes dripping down her chin while she licks her lips and grins.