Bubble Booty Anal Cutie

Jenna Clove has hair the color of hot iron, freckles across that round ass like scattered gunpowder. She stands ready. Anal sex, her first time, she says, happened by accident, but tonight she wants it deliberate, all of it. They get straight to business and drill her. Switch after switch, she takes it deeper each turn—knees to chest, ass spread on the edge of the mattress, ankles by her ears. She clenches, opens, gasps, says more. Two fingers stretch her hole, cock sliding past those tight muscles, then the whole length, slow at first, like maybe she can handle slow—then not slow. Full strokes, skin slapping. A line of drool slips from the corner of her mouth when they shift her onto all fours; she arches, keeps the position, earns everything they give. Pinned on her side, fat cheeks gripped and spread, cock buried to the root. She gets loud, cries for it louder. The load finishes where she wants it, pulsing hot across her tongue. She swallows, eyes half-lidded, breathing ragged, still wanting more.