A College Girl's Secret Fetish

Leanne Lace lounges on the bed in just her bra and panties, lifting one smooth leg to press her sole against Kristof's growing bulge. She traces slow circles across the denim, then peels his zipper down and draws his cock out with her toes. He is already thick, the head flushed, and she grips him lightly between both arches, working him up and down with lazy, teasing strokes. Kristof leans in, unhooks her bra, and lets her small, natural tits spill free. Her nipples tighten under his thumbs while her feet never pause, sliding slick now from the first bead of pre-cum. She bends forward, lips parting, and takes him deep in one smooth motion, throat opening around every inch until her nose brushes his skin. Her tongue presses flat, saliva dripping, and she swallows him again—long, wet pulls that leave him shiny. He pulls back, flips her onto her back, and spreads her thighs. The first thrust sinks him to the hilt. Leanne gasps, legs locking around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounds. Each stroke drags along her tight, wet walls until her toes curl in the sheets. When his breath shortens, he pulls out, and she cups her tits together just as the hot spurts land across them, thick ropes streaking pale skin.