Naughty 19

Gitta Blond looks right at you. Nineteen. Blonde. Bare. She has that small, clean face you notice first, the one that makes men lean closer. She opens her mouth, slow, and takes him in. Tongue flat, lips tight, every inch disappearing until her nose meets skin. No hesitation, just wet sounds and the steady pull of her throat. When she pulls back, spit strings from her lower lip to the head of his cock; she wipes it with her tongue and goes down again. He grabs a fistful of her hair, holds her steady, and fucks her mouth until tears shine at the corners of her eyes. She smiles around him anyway. He pulls out, strokes twice, and paints her cheeks, her lips, the bridge of her nose. Thick ropes land warm, dripping toward her chin. Gitta stays still, tongue out, letting every drop mark her pretty face.