All Anal For Gia

Gia Derza stalks across the concrete, heavy ass rolling with each step. Sun glints off sweat-slick cheeks until the double doors swallow her. Inside the lights drop low. She spins, shoves her face into the camera and grins. He’s on her fast, ripping the thong aside and burying his tongue in that fat split. She sits back, grinding down until he can hardly breathe, cheeks smothering him wet and warm. The rimming turns sloppy. Spit runs down to her hole; he follows it with two thick fingers, stretching her open while she moans. She drops to her knees and takes him straight from her ass to her mouth—ATM, no pause—sucking him shiny. Then she climbs on. Reverse cowgirl first, every inch disappearing into that greedy backdoor while her cheeks clap. She leans forward, spreads herself, then bounces harder. Sideways they lock together, legs tangled, his cock driving deeper still. Doggy next. He smacks a red handprint into one cheek and keeps railing her hole until it gapes and winks. She reaches back, holds it open, begging for more. Missionary, knees pinned to her chest, he watches his dick slide in and out, shiny with lube and her own filth. She laughs, filthy and raw, every thrust shoving a broken whimper out of her throat. The camera never looks away. Just ass, sweat, and the wet sound of him wrecking her.