Rhiannon Ryder

She stopped him on the street with a bright smile and a compliment about his looks and his polka-dot-skirt energy. After a short chat about her “no traditional relationships” philosophy, she laid out the deal. “I’ve always wanted to eat a guy’s ass. That’s the condition if you want to come back to mine.” He followed her home. Inside she wasted no time. “Take everything off. All of it. I want you naked.” He stripped, nervous now that the street confidence was gone. She made him bend over, spread his cheeks, and buried her face between them. Her tongue worked deep into his tight hole while she stroked his cock. “Your ass is so fucking tight… I love getting my tongue in there… stay still…” She spent a long time rimming him, spitting, spreading him open, making him sit on her face so she could eat him even deeper. Only when she was dripping wet did she let him stand. She sucked his cock while still fingering and licking his ass, then ordered him onto the bed. “Fuck me doggy. Show me what you’re made of. Fuck me hard.” He slammed into her from behind while she kept reaching back to play with his hole. They switched—her on top riding him reverse so she could still reach his ass, then spooning so she could keep licking and fingering him while he thrust into her. She came hard more than once, moaning about how horny eating his ass made her. Near the end she pulled him out, stroked him fast over her stomach and tits, and watched thick ropes of cum land across her body. “Good boy… squeeze it all out…” She cleaned up quickly, already reaching for her clothes. “I just gotta go… you’re not staying the night.” He left with the taste of her still on his lips and the memory of her tongue buried deep in his ass.