Staci Loves Carter

I crave sex like air, yet one experience stayed untouched. I'd long pictured another woman claiming my untouched ass, but only the right one. Carter appears in my mind—toned, golden skin, blond hair, blue eyes bright enough to cut glass. When our mouths meet she searches my eyes; the hunger there leaves nothing hidden. I give her my hand. She guides me to the living room and undresses me piece by piece until cool air kisses every inch of bare skin. She circles once, fingertips trailing, then lowers me onto my knees and spreads me open. From behind she leans in, her heat pressed firm between my cheeks, her grip tight on my hips. No words. Only the pulse beating from her cunt straight into my quivering hole. I can feel the soft promise of her tongue and fingers, everything sliding deeper, stretching me, taking what no one else has.