Anita Hengher
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Anita Hunger licked the sweat from the hollow of his throat and smiled against his skin. Her tongue traced lower. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing until his breath hitched, then relaxed and stroked slow, her palm warm and slick from her own spit. She watched his face, enjoyed the way his jaw tightened and his hips lifted toward her hand, hungry for more. She climbed over him and sank down, taking him in one smooth slide until she sat flush against him. He filled her completely. A soft sound escaped her throat. She stayed still for a moment, savoring the stretch and the pulse inside her, then began to move—rolling her hips, grinding down, taking every inch she wanted. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her, pulling her closer each time she came down. When she leaned forward and bit his lip, he thrust up harder. She met every stroke, breath coming in short bursts now, thighs shaking. He flipped her onto her back and drove into her, deeper, faster, the headboard hitting the wall in time with his thrusts. She held his gaze as her orgasm built, muscles tightening around him, fingers digging into his shoulders. He came with a broken groan, spilling inside her, and she followed, clenching, her whole body drawn tight then let go all at once.
Anita Hengher
Anita Hunger licked the sweat from the hollow of his throat and smiled against his skin. Her tongue traced lower. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing until his breath hitched, then relaxed and stroked slow, her palm warm and slick from her own spit. She watched his face, enjoyed the way his jaw tightened and his hips lifted toward her hand, hungry for more. She climbed over him and sank down, taking him in one smooth slide until she sat flush against him. He filled her completely. A soft sound escaped her throat. She stayed still for a moment, savoring the stretch and the pulse inside her, then began to move—rolling her hips, grinding down, taking every inch she wanted. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her, pulling her closer each time she came down. When she leaned forward and bit his lip, he thrust up harder. She met every stroke, breath coming in short bursts now, thighs shaking. He flipped her onto her back and drove into her, deeper, faster, the headboard hitting the wall in time with his thrusts. She held his gaze as her orgasm built, muscles tightening around him, fingers digging into his shoulders. He came with a broken groan, spilling inside her, and she followed, clenching, her whole body drawn tight then let go all at once.
