Tiny teen

She's small enough that her tiny frame looks almost breakable, that delicate little body wrapped tight in nothing at all. Small feet. Narrow hips. A tight, compact ass that might fit in two hands. One look and you already know she's built for trouble. And trouble is exactly what Cherie wants. The second her knees hit the floor, she's all mouth and hunger, lips parted, eyes bright with the kind of filthy intent most girls her size wouldn't dare show. There's no innocence in the way she leans in. No hesitation when she takes him between her lips and works him deeper, slow and wet, until her tiny throat flutters around every inch. Every stroke is deliberate. Every swallow measured. Even her feet get involved—small soles brushing skin, toes curling and flexing with purpose, a soft, teasing presence that never stops moving. She keeps that rhythm steady, mouth slick, feet restless, every motion designed to make a man forget anything except how good that sweet, wicked little body feels when it's working him over.