Private's Elizabeth finds herself in a compromising position, bent over the breakfast table, her ass presented to Steve Holmes like a delicious, forbidden fruit. Holmes, ever the gentleman, takes his time, spreading her cheeks, exposing her tight little hole to the cool morning air. He spits, lubing her up, then presses his cockhead against her, pushing in slowly, letting her feel every inch. Elizabeth whimpers, her fingers gripping the tablecloth as Holmes begins to fuck her, his hips slapping against her ass, his balls swinging, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room. It's a breakfast to remember, a feast of flesh and desire.