Sweet Little Lexi

Lexi looks adorable, the kind you want to hold. She smiles easy. She laughs like music. But the moment skin touches skin, the sweetness burns off. Her hands find what they want. She wraps her fingers around the thick length in front of her, strokes once, twice, testing the weight. Her lips part. She leans in and takes the head slow, tongue pressed flat underneath, then deeper, cheeks drawing tight. Spit runs down her chin. She works it with both hands, mouth and grip moving together, steady, greedy. The man groans and she hums around him, pleased. She keeps going until her lips meet the base and her throat flutters, then pulls back with a wet gasp, already moving forward again, eyes bright, hungry for more.