My first hardcore

"This is my first hardcore shoot ever," Angelica Heart confessed the moment she stepped onto set. She looked nervous, yet the excitement showed in her voice. She had asked for Mr Jamaica specifically, remembering his face from an earlier shoot when she still worked alone. Now the petite blonde was ready. She wanted the real thing. And Jamaica brought it: thick, dark, and already hard for her. She wrapped her fingers around him, eyes wide, then opened wider. He pressed the swollen head against her slick slit and pushed in slowly. Inch by inch, that heavy shaft stretched her tight pink pussy open. She moaned, hips lifting, legs wrapping around his waist as he started to thrust. The room filled with the wet slap of skin and the soft cries she gave every time he bottomed out. He pulled free at the last second, stroked once, and painted her parted lips and flushed cheeks with hot, thick ropes that slid down her chin onto her heaving tits. She licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, smiling like a girl who had finally gotten what she came for.