Daikiri

Amber Daikiri steps into frame. Blonde hair catches the light, framing a face that still looks barely legal. At twenty-one she already knows how to move—hips rolling slow, mouth parted, eyes locked on the body in front of her. The woman waiting for her slides fingers down Amber’s flat stomach, finds the slick heat between her thighs, and Amber sighs into it. She returns the touch with greedy precision, tongue working until the other woman’s legs shake. When a hard cock brushes her cheek, Amber turns without hesitation. She takes it deep, then deeper, spit running down her chin as she works her throat. The moment fingers press against her ass she pushes back, hungry. They open her slowly, stretch her wider, and the first thick push inside her makes her moan around the shaft still in her mouth. From then on she is nothing but motion—hips driving back, cunt clenching, ass taking every inch they give her. She comes with a muffled cry, body trembling, already reaching for whoever will take her next.