Yhivi stands there grinning like she won the damn lottery, all five-foot-two of her practically vibrating because Codey Steele's about to rail her ass. She knows exactly what she's signing up for. The way her cheeks clench just talking about it gives her away. He steps in close, grabs a fistful of that tight little body, and she pushes back against his hand like she's starving for it. Two seconds later her shorts are on the floor, she's bent over whatever's handy, and Codey's already working lube between her cheeks like it's a race. She reaches back, spreads herself for him, and lets out this needy little whine the second his slick finger circles her hole. He slides it in slow, teasing, then adds another while Yhivi rocks back on his hand like she can't wait another goddamn second. When he lines his cock up she goes completely still for half a beat, then melts forward with this filthy, relieved moan as he sinks into her ass inch by inch. Her knuckles go white gripping the edge of the table. He sets a steady pace, hips slapping against her, and every thrust punches these short, grateful gasps out of her. Yhivi's free hand snakes down to rub her clit because obviously she needs both holes working at once. She keeps telling him harder between laughs and curses, calling him names she barely means while her legs shake. The whole scene's ridiculous in the best way; tiny girl, massive dick, both of them acting like this is the greatest idea anyone's ever had. She comes first, tightens around him so hard Codey has to grab her hips to stay buried, then he pulls out just in time to paint her lower back while she catches her breath and giggles about "round two" like it's already decided.
Yhivi stands there grinning like she won the damn lottery, all five-foot-two of her practically vibrating because Codey Steele's about to rail her ass. She knows exactly what she's signing up for. The way her cheeks clench just talking about it gives her away. He steps in close, grabs a fistful of that tight little body, and she pushes back against his hand like she's starving for it. Two seconds later her shorts are on the floor, she's bent over whatever's handy, and Codey's already working lube between her cheeks like it's a race. She reaches back, spreads herself for him, and lets out this needy little whine the second his slick finger circles her hole. He slides it in slow, teasing, then adds another while Yhivi rocks back on his hand like she can't wait another goddamn second. When he lines his cock up she goes completely still for half a beat, then melts forward with this filthy, relieved moan as he sinks into her ass inch by inch. Her knuckles go white gripping the edge of the table. He sets a steady pace, hips slapping against her, and every thrust punches these short, grateful gasps out of her. Yhivi's free hand snakes down to rub her clit because obviously she needs both holes working at once. She keeps telling him harder between laughs and curses, calling him names she barely means while her legs shake. The whole scene's ridiculous in the best way; tiny girl, massive dick, both of them acting like this is the greatest idea anyone's ever had. She comes first, tightens around him so hard Codey has to grab her hips to stay buried, then he pulls out just in time to paint her lower back while she catches her breath and giggles about "round two" like it's already decided.
