Playboy Amateurs - Episode 11

He kneels behind her on the rumpled sheets and spreads her open. Her ass is soft, heavy, the kind that yields when you squeeze. He watches the way her cheeks part, pink and private, and he lets his thumbs press the flesh apart until everything shows. The tight ring of muscle twitches once, then relaxes under his stare. He leans down and breathes her in, warm and faintly sweet. His tongue drags flat and slow across the wrinkled skin, circling once, then again. She pushes back, hungry for more pressure, more wet. He answers with open-mouthed kisses and the soft lap of his tongue, leaving her slick and shining. Spit runs down to her cunt; he catches it with two fingers and rubs her clit in tight, steady circles while his mouth stays busy above. She moans into the pillow, low and broken, hips rocking. He keeps her spread, keeps licking, keeps working her open until she’s panting his name like she forgot any other word.