Curve Ball

Elizabeth Skylar looks pissed off and ready to ride. The first slap of Max Fills' cock across her pussy makes her eyes roll back. Second slap and she reaches down, grabs him by the shaft, and slams the whole length inside in one wet stroke. No warm-up, no kissing her ring. She rides him hard like she's paying off a late penalty, knees wide, tits bouncing, spit running down her chin while she chews her lower lip raw. Max slaps her ass once, twice, the crack loud, then grabs the back of her neck and yanks her down so she's stuck on his tongue. Cunt dripping down his shaft, strings of slick stretch each time she rises. Minutes later Max flips them, lies on his back, and Elizabeth climbs up, squats, spreads her pussy lips with two fingers, and lowers onto his dripping wet dick until she's balls deep. The stretch looks obscene; her thighs tremble when he bulges high inside her. She reaches behind and spreads her ass wide, already working on the next hole. Max grins, plays with her clit until it's glistening, then threads two thick fingers up her ass and pumps her wet holes at the same time. Elizabeth's language turns filthied— screaming words between moans— one hand in her hair, one hand slapping her own tit, the whole bed rattling. "Fuck me, you bastard— yes— stuff it!" Before either give out, Max pulls out and, without a blink, forces her face down into the sheets and presses straight in her tight ring, sliding past the sweaty tightness with one long shove. He rams it straight, balls bouncing against her stretched lips each time he bottoms out. Elizabeth claws the bedspread, ass arching, flesh rippling, mouth leaking a wicked, soggy groan while Max laughs and tells her she's just getting warmed up. Best role of her life.