Hardcore Anal Erotica Guitarist Plays a Wet Pussy

Loli Pop and her boyfriend spent a steamy day indoors, the air thick with tension and the scent of their arousal. The dude was plucking away at his guitar, fingers stroking the strings like a lover’s touch, but Loli Pop had other plans. She watched him, her pussy throbbing with each strum, jealous of the guitar that monopolized his touch.

She needed that touch on her. She craved his fingers on her strings, plucking and stroking her until she sang his name. So, she stood up, her body aching with need, and gave him a hug that pressed every soft curve against his hard planes. She kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him, fucking him in a preview of what was to come.

That was it. The guitar was forgotten, cast aside in favor of a far more appealing instrument. Loli Pop’s body was his to play, and he intended to draw out every gasp, every moan, every scream of pleasure from her.

He started with her breasts, his hands cupping the soft mounds, thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard and begging for his mouth. He obliged, his tongue licking, his teeth gently biting, his mouth sucking until Loli Pop was writhing beneath him.

His hands trailed down her body, over the curve of her hips, between her thighs. Her pussy was dripping, her clit swollen and desperate for his touch. He stroked her, his fingers slipping in her wetness, circling her clit, fucking her softly, then harder, deeper, until she was bucking against his hand, begging for his cock.

He gave it to her. Hard. His cock filled her, stretched her, fucked her in long, deep strokes. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, harder, faster. He complied, his body slapping against hers, his balls slapping against her ass.

And what an ass it was. Round, firm, fucking perfect. He flipped her over, his cock still buried in her pussy. He watched his cock slip in and out of her, her juices coating him, her moans filling the air. He spread her cheeks, his thumb circling her tight little asshole. She moaned, pushing back against him, begging him to fill her ass.

He did. His thumb slipped into her ass, fucking her slowly at first, then harder, matching the pace of his cock in her pussy. She was screaming now, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. He felt it, her pussy clamping down on his cock, her ass squeezing his thumb.

He pulled out, his cock coated in her juices. He lined it up with her asshole, the tip pressing against her tight entrance. He pushed, slow and steady, until his cock was buried in her ass. She moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him, her ass squeezing him tight.

He fucked her ass, slow at first, then harder, deeper. His balls slapped against her pussy, his cock filling her ass. She was screaming again, her body shaking, her orgasm building. He felt it, her ass clamping down on his cock, her body milking him.

He came with her, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her ass. He fucked her through it, his cock pumping in and out of her until every last drop of cum was buried deep inside her.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The guitar lay forgotten in the corner, the only music now the symphony of their satisfaction.

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