Sexy Holly Michaels Does Anal

Holly and her crew tore up the graduation bash at her girl’s crib last night—total riot, shots, jokes, the works. Morning light kicks in, she slides out of bed leaving her friend snoring. Out in the hallway, bam—her friend’s dad’s standing there. Heat has been low-key cooking between them for weeks, and it’s flaring hard now. They drift to the kitchen, talking easy, that air charged like a live wire. Holly’s thighs are tight, pulse is down there and pounding, pulse of slick heat building. It’s her shot—taboo, wild, dick-swinging ridiculous. She flat-out tells him she’s spent weeks dreaming of him balls-deep, fucking her open. Two beats later he’s caging her against the fridge; their mouths crash, tongues moving hot, hungry. Next second his hands hoist her and her ass lands on the counter edge, cool granite, hips spreading wide, skirt hitching. She’s wetter than she’s ever felt in her life and she knows she’s about to ride some seriously filthy, zero-regrets kitchen-counter orgasms straight through the morning.