Alexia Anders Anal Annihilation

Alexia Anders starts to feel that familiar tingle and lets the camera watch as she runs her hands over her body, drawing slow circles around her nipples until they stiffen under thin fabric. She bites her lip at the lens like they share a private joke. Vince Karter marches down the stairs, takes one look, and his hands find her fast. He grabs her tits through the shirt, rolls her stiff peaks between his fingers until she gasps. He shoves her tank top up, mouth locking onto a nipple, sucking hard enough to make her back arch. His fingers slide down the waistband of her shorts and under lace, parting slick folds without any tease. She yanks his pants open, wraps a hand around the hot weight of his cock, strokes once to feel him pulse. He rips her shorts the rest of the way off, pushes her onto the couch cushions, spreads her thighs wide and sinks two fingers knuckle-deep inside her pussy. She’s soaked and clenching already. He drops to his knees and licks straight up her slit, tongue flicking her clit in hard little strokes until her hips buck off the couch. She grabs his hair and pulls him away, greedy for more, then swings a leg over him so she can slide onto his cock in one smooth drop. She rides him hard, wet sounds filling the room as she grinds her clit against his pelvis. He grips her ass, spreads her cheeks, and thrusts up to meet every bounce, pounding her with a wet slap of skin on skin. She turns around, plants her hands on the back of the couch, and he drives into her from behind, balls slapping her each time he bottoms out. They fuck like they forgot how to slow down, sweat sticking their skin together until he pulls out, paints her lower back and ass in thick ropes that drip between her cheeks.