Girls of MetArt - Episode 3

She knelt on the velvet chaise, knees spread wide, back arched so her round ass lifted and parted. Her breath hitched as his tongue traced the crease between each cheek, warm and wet, before settling at her entrance. He licked slow circles, then pushed inside with the tip of his tongue. She moaned, fingers clutching the fabric. He pulled back and slid two fingers in, knuckle-deep, working them in and out with a wet sound that filled the quiet room. She rocked against his hand, thighs trembling. He replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing the thick head against her tight ring, then sinking in. Inch by inch. She gasped. Her body opened to him, heat gripping every ridge. When he bottomed out, his hips flush against her cheeks, he stayed there, balls pressed to her soaked cunt. Then he started fucking her. Steady. Deep. His cock disappeared into her ass again and again, the slap of skin against skin sharp and rhythmic. Her cries grew louder, breath ragged, until he reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She came hard, ass clenching around him, juices running down her thigh as he kept thrusting through it.