Jane Wilde: Giving Up The Ass

Jane's been texting George on the sly, letting him know she’s down for a backyard ass fuck by the pool. Quinton’s had enough of the radio silence. He glances at her phone while she’s out and finds every filthy detail. When she steps outside in next to nothing, Quinton’s already there, catching her mid-show. She freezes. The choice is quick: leave now or bend over and give him the hole she promised the neighbor. Jane’s jaw tightens, but her feet stay planted. She drops her shorts, plants her palms on the lounge chair, and Quinton steps up behind her. He grips her waist, forces her cheeks apart, and pushes into her tight ass with no warm-up. She hisses through clenched teeth, fingers digging into the cushion while he works deeper, every thrust a reminder of who’s owning her hole today. She takes it—stiff at first, then her back starts to arch, breath turning ragged as he pounds harder, claiming the ass she thought she’d hand to someone else.