ANNA de VILLE Squirting, Gaping Beauty

Anna de Ville shows up in this tight black dress and shiny heels—tattoos on display, black hair sharp, the whole look screaming take me. Yanick won't even look up. She peels that dress off anyway, lacy lingerie underneath. Frustration sharpens to heat. She pushes two fingers knuckle-deep into her ass and works them slow, eyes locked on him. Still nothing. Fine. She crawls between his legs, pulls his cock out, lips stretching around the thick head until spit drips off her chin. Once he’s hard she kicks the heels, climbs on, guides him straight up her ass. The first thrust makes her bite her lip. He grabs her hips, drives in harder. She bounces, asshole clenching every inch. She leans down, sucks him ass-to-mouth, drool running along his shaft before she swings around for another angle. Different positions blur—bent over, on her back, legs high. Each time he pulls out her hole stays open, shiny with spit and lube. She spins, plants her tongue flat on his rim, licks and moans. Her pussy lets go—sudden squirt hitting his abs. Yanick flips her onto all fours, pounds cunt, then switches holes and reams the gape wider. She rides his face, hips rolling, wetness smeared over his mouth. The pile-driver comes next: her shoulders pinned, legs spread, ass pointing straight down while he jackhammers from above. She reaches between them, jerks her clit while his cock stays buried. Finally she drops to her knees, tongue out, eyes half-lidded as he sprays thick ropes across it, cum spilling from the corners of her lips.