Green lingerie. Dark hair. Red and blue pillows. And a guy who knows exactly what he came for.<br>He barely lets me settle before he is between my legs, thumbs spreading me open, working me up with his fingers until I am slick and shifting. Then he goes lower. Anal, right away, no ceremony. The first push makes me gasp and grab the sheets, my back lifting off the mattress.<br>He takes his time opening me. Slow, deep, deliberate. Then faster. My tits bounce against the pillow, my hair dragging loose, and I let him hear every sound.<br>He folds my legs back and pushes them up, opening me wider, driving in at that angle. And then it happens. He pulls out, I bear down, and my insides push out for him, pink and swollen, and he groans like it is the best thing he has seen all year. He pushes back into it, slow, and the stretch is unreal. I am squeaking, clawing, completely opened up.<br>He keeps going like that, pulling out to watch, pushing back in to wreck it, over and over, my legs shakin
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