VENERA MAXIMA Language Of A2M & Gaping

Venera Maxima walked in tall and stacked—blonde hair shining, curves made for trouble. Lorenzo Viota met her for Russian lessons, but the lesson turned to the language they both spoke without words. She shed her clothes down to black lace that barely held her body in. Heat built fast. She took his hand and pressed it to her smooth slit, commanding him. He obeyed. Finger on her clit, mouth on her nipples, sucking hard until she sighed and shook. Then she dropped low, wrapped her lips around his cock and worked him wet. He grabbed her hips and drove into her cunt, rough and relentless. When she got on her side, ass presented, he took her other hole without mercy, pounding past the tight ring until she stretched and opened for him. She tasted herself on him, tongue sliding over every inch in a filthy ass-to-mouth suck. He licked her hole clean, then they spun into 69. They switched positions again and again. He wrecked her asshole from behind, missionary, on all fours—each thrust leaving her wider, raw, gasping. He slammed both holes in turn until her rim gaped under the assault. Finally, he pulled out, jerked himself off and painted her tongue with thick ropes of cum. She swallowed what she could, then licked the rest from her fingers like she couldn't waste a drop.