EMMA HIX Anal, A2M, Blooming Bunghole

Emma's body is ridiculous. That tan skin, that little waist, perfect blonde waves rolling down her back. Black lace and fishnet everywhere, thigh-high boots clacking on polished wood. She gets a wicked little smile like she knows exactly what's about to happen. The staircase is her stage tonight. She peels off what little she's got on, turns, spreads. That ass is stupid good. She even gives it a wiggle like she’s tempting gravity itself. Michael shows up. Emma doesn’t waste breath on hello; she just drops to her knees and gets to work. Sloppy doesn’t even cover it; spit’s running in strings down her chin while she gags and moans around his cock. She climbs on next, lines him up and sinks down. Her pussy makes that obscene wet sound the second she starts bouncing. Pretty soon he has her turned around, spreading her cheeks, sliding into her ass. He slaps the skin red and she just keeps riding it. Every time he pulls out, you can see her gaping open like she’s proud of it, and she doesn’t miss a beat before cleaning him with her tongue. She even slips those boots off just long enough to wrap her pretty feet around him. Michael grunts, leans back, and soon he’s flooding her tongue. Emma sticks it out, shows off the load like it’s a prize, then lets it slide between her tits with a satisfied little laugh.