Malia's BackYard

Yanick's eyes widened as he watched Malia's curves strut across the lawn in her tiny bikini. The sweat dripping down her chest only made her more mouthwatering. As she began to oil herself up, Yanick's pants grew tighter, straining against his growing erection. Malia noticed Yanick's reaction and sauntered over to him, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Hey Yanick, can you help me with something?" she asked, her voice husky and seductive. Yanick swallowed hard, knowing exactly what she wanted. "What do you need?" he stammered, trying to sound nonchalant. Malia ran a hand over her chest, her nipples hardening as she did so. "I need you to help me get the hard-to-reach places," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. Yanick's eyes widened as he realized what she meant. He eagerly rubbed her down, his hands tracing over her curves. Malia turned over, her ass cheeks jutting out for Yanick to grab. He didn't hesitate, his hands wrapping around her plump flesh as he squeezed and released. The two of them were done with teasing, and it was time to get down to business. Malia sank to her knees, her mouth wrapping around Yanick's cock. He groaned as she began to suck him off, her tongue probing the depths of his shaft. After a few minutes, Yanick couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Malia to her feet and flipped her over, pinning her against the wall as he pounded into her like a jackhammer. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the air as he pounded her perfect body, his cock sliding in and out of her slick folds. Yanick reached his climax, cumming all over Malia's face as she screamed with pleasure. As he caught his breath, he turned to Malia and grinned. "I think I'm going to need to finish the yard tomorrow," he said, winking at her. Malia laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down Yanick's spine. "I think that can be arranged," she said, smiling up at him.