Post-Club Poolside Fuck

Anissa drags Angel into the house, her breath hot and heavy against his neck as she closes the door. She leans him against the counter, her hands gripping his waist, and whispers dirty promises while grinding her hips into his. Her lips find his, and she pulls him into a feverish kiss, her tongue tracing the edge of his mouth before slipping inside. As she moans against him, her fingers slide down his pants, teasing his erection until she can't hold back anymore. She pulls him down, her body pressing against his, and he collapses onto the floor as she lifts his shirt, her hands roaming over his chest, her nails scraping his skin. She shoves him onto the kitchen floor, her mouth latching onto his cock, her tongue swirling around it, her teeth grazing his shaft. Her fingers dig into his hips as she takes him deep, her movements frantic, her breath ragged. When she pulls away, she smirks, her eyes locked on his, and drags him outside. The pool glints under the moonlight as she unzips her dress, her skin glistening with sweat and desire. She steps out, her body a masterpiece of curves and smoothness, and tosses her hair back, revealing her wet, pink nipples. She straddles him, her thighs pressing against his chest, and dips her fingers into the water, splashing them over his face. Her lips find his again, her tongue plunging into his mouth as she shifts her weight, grinding her hips against his. She lifts her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and pulls him closer, her body trembling with need. As the water drips down her back, she leans back, her eyes hooded, and whispers, "Now you're mine," before she sinks her teeth into his neck, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rides him with a hunger that leaves him breathless.