Jane Wilde: Squirting, Anal Gaping

Jane strides into frame with that cocky little grin, already shedding her robe. Angel’s behind the lens, thighs parted, knuckles shining. She works two fingers deep inside herself, then leans forward and pushes the soaked digits between Jane’s parted lips. Jane sucks them clean, eyes half-lidded, and when the wet hand slides down between her cheeks Angel presses one finger, then two, straight up Jane’s tight ass. The doorbell cuts the moment short. Ramon steps inside, cock already heavy under his jeans. Jane drops without a word, pops the belt, pulls him free, and sinks straight down. The sound is wet and filthy: her throat accepting every inch until saliva strings snap from her chin onto her little tits. She gulps, eyes streaming, and Ramon keeps her there, pelvis grinding, until she gags and the spit pours in heavy ropes down her chest. He spins her onto all fours. Jane reaches back with both hands and spreads herself open, showing a dark, puckered target. Ramon plants his palm in the small of her back and drives straight in. Her scream is half pain, half greed. He hammers hard enough to jolt the couch against the wall; each thrust makes Jane’s hole gape and wink before he slams inside again. When he slips out he feeds the glistening cock straight into her mouth, and Jane tastes herself without hesitation. Her orgasm hits sudden—back arched, thighs quivering—soaking the cushion beneath her in a sharp, spraying rush. Ramon finishes across her open mouth and flushed cheeks, thick spurts dripping from her lashes to her tongue.