Fresh meat

Sophie Moone waits like a woman who knows exactly what she wants. When fresh, young flesh walks through the door, she takes it without hesitation. Her touch is slow, deliberate. Every kiss, every caress drags pleasure out of the girl like a secret. Blonde hair tangles, soft skin yields, and Sophie doesn’t rush. She spreads those thighs, teases until the young body trembles, then sinks lower—tongue working in tight, hungry circles. The girl moans, hips rolling, begging for more. Sophie gives it to her. Fingers slide deep, steady strokes that build until release crashes through her. Then Sophie takes her turn, pressing close, grinding, riding the moment until they’re both spent. Straight or curious, it doesn’t matter. Sophie keeps her satisfied—completely, thoroughly—because nothing beats the feel of a girl’s body when it’s brand new.