My Perfect Little Slut Wife 2

Chris has Erin where he wants her now. She’s already wet and wrecked, and he doesn’t waste time. He slams into her cunt, fist tight in that long hair, choking her while he pounds deep. She gasps, takes it, body shaking under every thrust. He flips her onto all fours. His fingers push into her ass, opening her while his cock keeps driving in. She moans into the sheets, pushing back for more. He works her open, steady, until her tight ring gives and she shows him the gape he’s been waiting for. From there it’s all ass. He fucks her in every angle he can bend her into—her knees, her back, her side. She stays open, takes the stretch, keeps coming back for the next hard thrust. When he finally pulls out she drops to her knees and cleans him off, tongue working every inch like she was made for it. He ends it the way she asked: a thick facial, marking her face while she looks up, happy anniversary sealed in come and bruises.