Butt's Not To Like?

Katrina Colt finds Victor Ray moping in his room, friends all headed out without him. She pries, and he spills it: the guys spent the afternoon bragging about anal, Victor called it weird, now they won't quit giving him shit. Katrina smirks, tells him it isn't weird at all, and offers to prove it. He freezes, eyes wide, then curiosity takes over and he nods. She peels off his sweats, strokes his cock till it stands stiff, then guides his fingers to her tight hole. He works her open with lube-slick strokes, small tits brushing his face, until she's ready. She turns, lines him up, and sinks back onto him in one slow, greedy push. Victor groans as the ring gives, hips rolling while Katrina rides every inch, breathy little laughs mixed with filthy praise. He grabs her waist, thrusts harder, watches her bounce, and by the time he pumps her full she has him moaning like he's been doing this for years.