HardX Homemade - Ryan Keely & Stirling Cooper

Ryan Keely slides two fingers between her slick folds right there on the couch. Heat floods her face. Then the door opens and Stirling Cooper walks in half-hard already. He takes one look, curses low, and drops to his knees. His tongue replaces her hand, slow then fast until her thighs shake. She grabs his hair, grinding against his mouth, swearing with every breath. Stirling stands, yanks his belt open, and drives into her hard enough to rock the cushions. Skin slaps skin. Sweat beads. He flips her onto her stomach, fucks her deep from behind, one fist tangled in her hair. She reaches back, nails digging into his thigh, begging louder each time he slams home. The rhythm turns rough, then frantic. When his breath fractures he pulls out, stroking fast, and paints her open mouth, her cheek, her lashes, every hot rope landing heavy. She tastes him, licks the corner of her lip, still twitching.