The Beautiful Arianna Ferrari Buggers Her Man By The Pool

Arianna and her guy roast in the sun by the pool, dicks standing straight up. He grabs her first. Kneels, takes her in his mouth, works her all the way down until his nose hits skin and his throat clenches. She moans, low and filthy, one hand twisted in his hair. They shuffle to the shaded cabana a few feet away—real bed, no eyes. He flips her onto her stomach. His fingers spread her, slide in slick and deep, stretching her open while his tongue works her shaft again, wetting her balls, licking slow circles that make her buck. When she’s ready he pushes inside, one hard thrust, then another, each stroke driven like he owns every inch. Sweat, skin slapping skin, her fingers clawing sheets, his hands gripping her hips, the cabana echoing with wet sounds and dirty breathing until the tension snaps and everything breaks loose.