Anal Play With Naughty Haley Spades

Haley Spades is lost on that cock. Knees planted on either side of Codey’s hips, her ass hole stretched raw around him, she drops and rises with single-minded hunger. Every inch disappears inside her, disappears again, the slap of skin loud in the dim room. She braces a hand on his chest and slams down harder. Codey grips her waist, knuckles white, yanking her onto the next thrust like he owns the pace and she wants him to. Sweat streaks the small of her back, trickles between her cheeks, slicks the shaft each time she lifts. Her breathing’s broken, almost a growl, her forehead pressed to his as if daring him to go deeper. He flips the script, drilling up into her clenched ring with punishing speed. Haley bites her own lip, eyes half-shut, tears springing from the burn, still riding like it’s the only thing left in the world. The air smells like sex and skin, like sweat-soaked sheets and the raw edge of pleasure pushed too far.