Baby Sky
Playtime for Lana S and Baby Sky
Baby Sky sits there looking like trouble wrapped in silk. Twenty-five, though she barely looks it. Hungarian skin that flushes easy. Brunette hair, dark eyes, body barely holding five-foot-three and a hundred and ten pounds. Thirty-two A on top, but that waist dips in sharp at twenty-four before her hips spread to thirty-four, and the math suddenly matters when you watch her stand up. Her tits might be small, but her ass is the kind that makes people forget what they came for. Pink, pretty, and wet enough that anyone with a pulse would want to taste it first.
Baby Sky sits there looking like trouble wrapped in silk. Twenty-five, though she barely looks it. Hungarian skin that flushes easy. Brunette hair, dark eyes, body barely holding five-foot-three and a hundred and ten pounds. Thirty-two A on top, but that waist dips in sharp at twenty-four before her hips spread to thirty-four, and the math suddenly matters when you watch her stand up. Her tits might be small, but her ass is the kind that makes people forget what they came for. Pink, pretty, and wet enough that anyone with a pulse would want to taste it first.