Mia Rider
The girl's name is Alexis Lee. She smiles, makes eye contact, then lets her dress fall. Her nipples stand tight against the night air. Her skin is smooth where your palms land. You cup her breasts, feel their weight, roll them once, and she watches you through lowered lashes. She turns her back to you, bends at the hips, and plants both hands on the bed. The arch of her spine lifts her ass, round, firm, already glistening at the slit. You part her cheeks, run your tongue down the seam. She moans low, pushing back into your mouth. You lick harder, letting saliva drip down to her pussy. She shudders, thighs trembling. Straightening, you push two fingers inside her. She is hot, tight, and pulls you deeper. You curl your knuckles, press the spongy spot on her upper wall, and she answers with a wet sound that fills the room. Her hips roll back in time with your strokes, chasing more. You free your cock, slick the head across her folds, then drive in until your hips smack her ass. She gasps at the first stretch, then settles into rhythm, meeting each thrust. The heat of her body tightens around you. Sweat gathers in the small of her back. She reaches between her legs, rubs tight circles over her clit until her voice breaks into short cries. You grip her hips, slam deeper, and she shatters around you, pulsing, milking. The squeeze pulls your own orgasm free. You hold her still and spill inside her, pulse after pulse, until she goes slack beneath you and the room goes quiet.
Mia Rider
The girl's name is Alexis Lee. She smiles, makes eye contact, then lets her dress fall. Her nipples stand tight against the night air. Her skin is smooth where your palms land. You cup her breasts, feel their weight, roll them once, and she watches you through lowered lashes. She turns her back to you, bends at the hips, and plants both hands on the bed. The arch of her spine lifts her ass, round, firm, already glistening at the slit. You part her cheeks, run your tongue down the seam. She moans low, pushing back into your mouth. You lick harder, letting saliva drip down to her pussy. She shudders, thighs trembling. Straightening, you push two fingers inside her. She is hot, tight, and pulls you deeper. You curl your knuckles, press the spongy spot on her upper wall, and she answers with a wet sound that fills the room. Her hips roll back in time with your strokes, chasing more. You free your cock, slick the head across her folds, then drive in until your hips smack her ass. She gasps at the first stretch, then settles into rhythm, meeting each thrust. The heat of her body tightens around you. Sweat gathers in the small of her back. She reaches between her legs, rubs tight circles over her clit until her voice breaks into short cries. You grip her hips, slam deeper, and she shatters around you, pulsing, milking. The squeeze pulls your own orgasm free. You hold her still and spill inside her, pulse after pulse, until she goes slack beneath you and the room goes quiet.